What can the child on some great ocean steamer caught in a winter's storm do to overcome the tempest?
Can it drive the fierce blasts back to their northern haunts?
Can its little hand hold the wheel and guide the great ship?
Can its voice still the billows that can crush the steamer like an egg-shell?
Can its breath destroy the icy coat of mail that covers all the decks?
What the child can do is trust the Captain who has brought this same ship through a hundred hard storms.

It can rest and trust and hope.

And all we upon this great earth-ship have been caught, not in a storm, but in the gulf stream of God's providence.

The warm tropic currents sweep us on to the heavenly harbor.

The trade winds above aid the forward flight.