Poems (Rumell)/My guide

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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.
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.
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!
But always, thro the fog, or the sunshine,With the ebbing or drifting of life's tide,Comes the "Voice," and I know that sometimeI shall win, if I make It, forever, my guide!

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