Poems (Rumell)/My guide
MY GUIDE
I seem to be drifting, drifting,
Far out on an endless tide:
I can see on the waves, no rifting,
I know not what life's waters hide.
Far out on an endless tide:
I can see on the waves, no rifting,
I know not what life's waters hide.
Some days, the sun shines so brightly,
With clouds of soft white mid the blue,
My heart sings: my bark goes so lightly,
I feel what ever may come, I'll go thro.
With clouds of soft white mid the blue,
My heart sings: my bark goes so lightly,
I feel what ever may come, I'll go thro.
Other days dawn, dark and dreary,
Life's path, by the fog seems obscure.
I fight blind, in my heart, to see clearly,
Feeling, that I cannot for ever endure!
Life's path, by the fog seems obscure.
I fight blind, in my heart, to see clearly,
Feeling, that I cannot for ever endure!
But always, thro the fog, or the sunshine,
With the ebbing or drifting of life's tide,
Comes the "Voice," and I know that sometime
I shall win, if I make It, forever, my guide!
With the ebbing or drifting of life's tide,
Comes the "Voice," and I know that sometime
I shall win, if I make It, forever, my guide!