Light Human Nature Is Too Lightly Tost And Ruffled Without Cause, Complaining On Restless With Rest, Until, Being Overthrown, It Learneth To Lie Quiet. Let A Frost Or A Small Wasp Have Crept To The Inner-Most Of Our Ripe Peach, Or Let The Wilful Sun Shine Westward Of Our Window, Straight We Run A Furlong'S Sigh As If The World Were Lost. But What Time Through The Heart And Through The Brain God Hath Transfixed Us, We, So Moved Before, Attain To A Calm. Ay, Shouldering Weights Of Pain, We Anchor In Deep Waters, Safe From Shore, And Hear Submissive O'Er The Stormy Main God'S Chartered Judgments Walk For Evermore.