These oceans vast :: The ledges of danger (II)


by Eric Banks on Sunday, July 29, 2012 at 8:46pm

II. The ledges of danger (Give me the nerve)

Give me the nerve
That never will swerve
Running out on life’s ledges of danger;
Mine, mine be the nerve
That in peril will serve,
Since life is to safety a stranger.

When roaring below
The cataracts go,
And tempests are over me scudding;
Give, give me the calm
That is better than balm,
And the courage that keepeth new-budding.