Passage

Eager, yet hesitant, I took my wayFrom false theology's eventless strand,And set my sail towards a promised landWhere, I discerned, there was perpetual day.Has metaphysics torn the clouds away?Has practice proved how far I understandThat God leads me at all times by the hand,Ever guide and friend, my guard, my stay?Then, howling hurricanes have not oppressed;Shipwreck occasioned but to know His care;Between the seas, or buoyant on their crest,I knew and felt God's presence with me there:I have no other than the perfect MindTo lead me on and leave these ills behind.

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