My Galilee

MY GALILEE. (For the Improvement Era.) I care not how old ocean pours Rebellious on her sea-beat shores What though destruction's self advance, Armed with the hostile elements There's One who rides the storms with me, Holds in his hand their destiny. He hushed the scream of the lashing wave On angry Galilee, and gave Her back to peace, and the winds that blew, And calmed the heart of the restless crew. When the winds are wild, and the deeps arise In a sea of foam to the clouded skies, I turn to him in my perilous flight, Through the angry sea and the stormy night; He hears me call, and lifts his arm To the rebel sea, and the thunder storm: ! ' 'Peace, be still " I hear him say. The winds retire and the seas obey, And my heart grows calm on the wildest sea, For he sails with me o'er my Galilee. Theo. E. Curtis. Salt Lake City, Utah.