SONNET.
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SONNET.
FAITH.
Securely cabined in the ship below,
Through darkness and through storm I cross the sea,
A pathless wilderness of waves to me:
But yet I do not fear, because I know
That he who guides the good ship o’er that waste
Sees in the stars her shining pathway traced.
Blindfold I walk this life’s bewildering maze;
Up flinty steep, through frozen mountain pass,
Through thornset barren and through deep morass:
But strong in faith I tread the uneven ways,
And bare my head unshrinking to the blast,
Because my Father’s arm is round me cast;
And if the way seems rough, I only clasp
The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp.
Through darkness and through storm I cross the sea,
A pathless wilderness of waves to me:
But yet I do not fear, because I know
That he who guides the good ship o’er that waste
Sees in the stars her shining pathway traced.
Blindfold I walk this life’s bewildering maze;
Up flinty steep, through frozen mountain pass,
Through thornset barren and through deep morass:
But strong in faith I tread the uneven ways,
And bare my head unshrinking to the blast,
Because my Father’s arm is round me cast;
And if the way seems rough, I only clasp
The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp.
