Classic Poem

Lost in this waste of waters should we be
Unless the potentate that rules on high,
The fiery overlord of earth and sky,
In that bright course of his unfaltering — he
Above the winds' and waves' inconstancy —
Had taught us, gazing on his midday throne,
To trace a way unswerving as his own,
And find a path across the pathless sea.

And even so, dear friend, are you the sun
Whence light and heat are lavished on my soul,
By whom I measure out the course I run,
By whom I steer straight forward to the goal;
And in my way across the trackless tide
Thy spirit is my light, thy love my guide.