Firstly, there is all the doubt and bewilderment of a period of transition:
“We are children lost in the wood.”
“Lord,” prays this woman that loves Laurence Raby,
“Lord, lead us out of this tangled wild,
where the wise and the prudent have been beguiled,
and only the babes have stood.”
Meantime,
“Onward! onward! still we wander,
nearer draws the goal;
Half the riddle’s read, we ponder