When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flyeth Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.
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The greater the difficulty the more glory in surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.
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The greater difficulty, the more glory in surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.
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Haste and rashness are storms and tempests, breaking and wrecking business; but nimbleness is a full, fair wind, blowing it with speed to the heaven.
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