Lucretia Maria Davidson (Лукреция Мария Дэвидсон)

Stilling the Waves

 (Written in her thirteenth year)

"And he arose and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,'Peace, be still!'"
Be still, ye waves, for Christ doth deign to tread
On the rough bosom of your watery bed!
Be not too harsh your gracious Lord to greet,
But, in soft murmurs, kiss his holy feet;
'T is He alone can calm your rage at will,
This is His sacred mandate, "Peace, be still!"

1. The Wee Flower of the Heather
2. To a Friend, Whom I Had Not Seen Since My Childhood
3. Cupid’s Bower
4. On the Death of the Beautiful Mrs.--
5. On an Æolian Harp

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