Through all these afflictions the marvelous faith of Mrs. Stowe remained firm and unshaken. Many years afterwards, in looking back upon these bitter experiences, she wrote: “I thank God there is one thing running through all of them from the time I was thirteen years old, and that is the intense unwavering sense of Christ’s educating, guiding presence and care.”
It was in the midst of these dark tragedies that Mrs. Stowe wrote a hymn entitled “The Secret.”
When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean,
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
’Tis said, far down, beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore.
Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth,
And silver waves chime ever peacefully;
And no rude storm, how fierce soe’er it flieth,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.