A pile of rubble, though everything was, Serene; though all had crumbled to dust... I looked around in disbelief and awe Calm now ; at length the storm's passed.
'When and by what benediction, Did this agony to bliss transform !' I thought, ecstatic ; unsuspecting I'd plunged to the eye of the storm.
Peril lies close at hand, just when we think we have outrun it.