Progression

I cannot see my way ahead,
But on and toward the light I grope;
While cheered, and ever gently led—
I hope.

Then step by step the path grows clear,
For shafts of light the darkness cleave,
And I, surmounting doubt and fear—
Believe.

My feet are on the rock at last,
Where Love sends out its radiant glow.
Forgetting all the shadowed past,
I now can sing, I know!
Here, planted firm and standing fast—
I know.

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