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 changes 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.

Poems of Progress and New Thought Pastels by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1911.

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