William Cowper (Уильям Купер)

To The Rev. Mr. Newton

  On His Return from Ramsgate

THAT ocean you have late surveyed,
  Those rocks I too have seen;
But I afflicted and dismayed,
  You tranquil and serene.

You from the flood-controlling steep
  Saw stretched before your view,
With conscious joy, the threatening deep,
  No longer such to you.

To me the waves that ceaseless broke
  Upon the dangerous coast
Hoarsely and ominously spoke
  Of all my treasure lost.

Your sea of troubles you have past,
  And found the peaceful shore;
I, tempest-tossed, and wrecked at last,
  Come home to port no more.

1. Abuse of the Gospel
2. The Doves
3. Heroism
4. Simple Trust
5. Contentment

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