Classic Poem

Out of a darkened room I drew my friend,
And knowing every step and where was light,
Assured my leading to be safe as sight,
And bade her utterly on that depend.

Then leaned she on me as secure from harm
Till, as we reached the darkest place of all,
I heard uncertain touches on the wall
And felt a lessening weight upon my arm.

How deeply Love, both human and divine,
Must feel the hurt, when Trust, impelled by Doubt,
Leans one arm less to stretch the other out,
And, groping, does but half of self resign!