Through The Storm

I heard a volee, a tender volee, soft falllnR Throngh the stnrm : The waves were high, the bitter winds were cal ti na;, x ex Dreaining wanu Oí skles serene, of sunny uplaiuU lying Id peace beyond ; Tlil tender volee, unto my volee replylng, Maile answer fond. Sonict irnos, Indeed, like crash of anules uieelllix, Anwe the nip; Uut over uil that sweel volee kept repeating, "1 Hliall not lall .'"