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Baffled, rebuffed, borne backward by the tideOf adverse fortune, scourged by wind and wave,
Driven like wreckage o'er the waters wide,
Helpless, forlorn, with none to cheer or save;—
One hope sustains me, to one faith I cling,—
That what I suffer love will count as gain;
That from my failure love at last will spring,
Renewed, inspired, transfigured by my pain;—
That love will find an Eden of delight
In my poor heart's Gethsemane of woe,—
Find a new dawn in my despair's dark night,
Peace in each whirlwind, healing in each throe;—
Cleansed by my passion's purgatorial flame,
And raised to glory on my cross of shame.
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