Like To A Ship That Storms Urge On Its Course, By Its Own Trials Our Soul Is Surer Made. The Very Things That Make The Voyage Worse Do Make It Better; Its Peril Is Its Aid. And, As The Storm Drives From The Storm, Our Heart Within The Peril Disimperilled Grows; A Port Is Near The More From Port We Part-- The Port Whereto Our Driven Direction Goes. If We Reap Knowledge To Cross-Profit, This From Storms We Learn, When The Storm'S Height Doth Drive-- That The Black Presence Of Its Violence Is The Pushing Promise Of Near Far Blue Skies. Learn We But How To Have The Pilot-Skill, And The Storm'S Very Might Shall Mate Our Will.