Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/90

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A SEEKER IN THE NIGHT

But now a labyrinth I wind,
And needing more thy hand to find,
Grope, darkling, Lord!—for I am blind!


Ah, bridge for me the awful vast,
That I may find Thee at the last!—
Then draw me close, and hold me fast!