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.