My grateful spirit is ever near,
Unchecked by peril, unawed by fear.
I have trusted you, faithful, true,
Though the tempest's wrathful fingers rend
Hope's tortured sails and doubts pursue,
What matter whither the storm may trend?
With love my compass and you my friend.
I have wanted you more and more
While threading the world's delusive maze;
Deaf to its ceaseless rush and roar