Page:Roses in Rain, by Lilian Wooster Greaves, 1910.pdf/8

 I sighed to the sea of my past, mis-spent; And the sad waves murmured, “Repent–repent.”

“O sea, how-my spirit for pardon craves”— I moaned, and the sea said “God saves–God saves.”

X spoke again of my present woes; And the sweet voice chanted “He knows–He knows.”

I told how the future was filled with fears; And the white waves whispered, “God hears–God hears.”

I told how I wrestled in tears and prayers; And soft came the murmur, “He cares–He cares.”

I spoke of my life’s most bitter cup; And the blue sea answered, “Look up; look up.”

And my every thought, as I lay on the sand, The murmuring sea seemed to understand; Till I said, “Thy words in my heart shall dwell”; And the warm waves echoed, “’Tis well–’tis well.”