Seasons Come and Seasons Go

Of course the sun won’t always shine
nor balmy winds caress my sails
For gentle breezes turn to gales
that batter better boats than mine

Forbidding clouds may blot the sky
and fate most foul might lay me low
But seasons come and seasons go
and what won’t kill will fortify

And so though weary and forlorn
with vital strength well-nigh depleted
Through dark of night still undefeated
I’ll chart a course toward the dawn