And 'neath a mystic veil have sometimes hid
Its soft and radiant light; still, still enough
I've seen to guide me safe through quicksands, rocks,
Through paths beset with dangers worse than death.
Upward and onward I've pursued my way,
A way strewn thick with cares and trials too,
And sorrows neither few nor far between.
A timid, untried one launched forth upon
The ocean-world, no friend with counsel kind,
No hand to save or aid the helpless bark