After a storm comes a calm.

When the great markets by the sea shut fast
All that calm Sunday that goes on and on:
When even lovers find their peace at last,
And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last."

The storm is ended! The impartial sun
Laughs down upon the battle lost and won,
And crowns the triumph of the cloudy host
In rolling lines retreating to the coast.

There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.

And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.

The storm is over, the land hushes to rest:
The tyrannous wind, its strength fordone,
Is fallen back in the west.

I see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms. It's what we were meant to do.

After a storm comes a calm. Even a pitch-dark night is bound to turn into a red dawn. If we use wisdom and persistence to solve every difficulty we encounter. A rosy future will be awaiting us.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, there will be peace.

Vows made in storms are forgotten in calm.

The wise will make their anger cool
At least before 'tis night.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will see peace.