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 claspThe hand that leads me with a firmer grasp.