Classic Poem

A YOUTHFUL voyager on life's stormy sea,
With fearful eye, I view the dread expanse,
And cast an anxious and inquiring glance,
Towards the depths of dim futurity.
Thou! who hast freighted out my fragile bark,
And launched it safely on the world's rough main,
What art shall shield from sorrow and from pain,
And guide me safely o'er these paths so dark?
Thy word, oh God! for, as the mariner still
Turns to his faithful magnet's wondrous pow'r,
To find mysterious aid when tempests low'r;
So in each worldly strife, each mortal ill;
Close to my heart thy holy dictates prest,
I'll seek the haven of eternal rest.

A YOUTHFUL voyager on life's stormy sea,
With fearful eye, I view the dread expanse,
And cast an anxious and inquiring glance,
Towards the depths of dim futurity.
Thou! who hast freighted out my fragile bark,
And launched it safely on the world's rough main,
What art shall shield from sorrow and from pain,
And guide me safely o'er these paths so dark?
Thy word, oh God! for, as the mariner still
Turns to his faithful magnet's wondrous pow'r,
To find mysterious aid when tempests low'r;
So in each worldly strife, each mortal ill;
Close to my heart thy holy dictates prest,
I'll seek the haven of eternal rest.