“Peace, be thou still!” and straight there was a calm.
With terror-mingled gladness in their looks,
The mariners exclaim—“What man is this,
That even the wind and sea obey his voice?”
Grahame.
Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty!
This city now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,