Skilled mariner, and counted sane and wise,
   That was a curious thing which chanced to me,
   So good a sailor on so fair a sea.
With favouring winds and blue unshadowed skies,
Led by the faithful beacon of Love's eyes
   Past reef and shoal, my life-boat bounded free
   And fearless of all dangers that might be
Under calm waves, where many a sunk rock lies.

A golden dawn; yet suddenly my barque
   Strained at the sails, as in a cyclone's blast,
   And battled with an unseen current's force.
For we had entered when the night was dark
   That old tempestuous Gulf Stream of the Past.
   But for Love's eyes, I had not kept the course.

World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst"s International Library Company 1916.

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