Songs of A Wayfarer | ||
CCXX.
[Beaten by adverse winds from side to side]
Beaten by adverse winds from side to side;My course obscured; both chart and compass lost;
My fragile bark by furious tempests toss'd:
Without a star or any mark to guide;
Drifted at mercy of the weltering tide,
That foams and roars upon an iron coast;
My will infirm; my better purpose cross'd;
In vain I seek o'er smoother seas to glide:
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And save the struggling soul from threatened ill,
Put forth the might of thy protecting arm,
And make my weakness strong in thy best will;
Be Thou my pilot through the angry storm,
And whisper to the tempest, Peace: be still!
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