Will

  O, well for him whose will is strong!
  He suffers, but he will not suffer long;
  He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong.
  For him nor moves the loud world's random mock,
  Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound,
  Who seems a promontory of rock,
  That, compassed round with turbulent sound,
  In middle ocean meets the surging shock,
  Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crowned.