Discouragement

The banks along the sides at times how wide the current rides! The massive waves, how nigh they rise to overflowing, like the master of his ship, gliding o'er rough the seas of confusion - Then as quick the waves' unfolding from certain depths not fathomed, and the banks' eternal holding tend to narrow now - The splashing waves, once enraged, seem less than a trickle in my mind; no tossing, no turning or climbing the sides of the banks, yet somehow my discouragement knows the banks will soon fade again -