A Calmness Beneath the Raging Storm

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.

--  Harriet Beecher Stowe