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The Pilot
In the dark without end Who art Thou, O Friend? I am led as if by a hand: But cannot see, Nor reach to Thee, Nothing can understand. To my eyes is given no light, All seems everlasting night Thou only my comrade there, Helping my plight: To rout the gloom Thy star-lamp relume — Thy splendid vision reveal. Pierced by the thorns of pain, I ask again and again: “To what far alien realm This hard path?” but in vain! Once let me hear, Love’s lips grown near, Whisper to my appeal. If Thou art here by my side, In this heart-lost darkness wide Stretch out Thy hand My weary soul to guide. Though infirm my clasp, Loosen not Thy grasp: Hold me fast through woe and weal.
ATULPRASAD SEN
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