'tis providence alone secures,
in every change, both mine and yours:
safety consists not in escape
from dangers of a frightful shape;
an earthquake may be bid to spare
the man that's strangled by a hair.
fate steals along with silent tread
found oftenest in what least we dread,
frowns in the storm with angry brow,
but in the sunshine strikes the blow.
william cowper
