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The Voyage by Gerald Weeks

At last in past is the dream of me I see,
As I sit in a boat afloat, I admit, through the sea of life
I saw myself without spiritual wealth,
Shipwrecked, turned and tossed, I yearned
from truth-aloof in my youth, I was lost,

On a voyage under nights-roof darkest, aloof-alone,
only stars atone with a glowing harkness,
Would, by knowing which one I should follow,
be an escape from the agape of sea and dark to swallow?
Be showing a way as I drift astray?

May the chosen star in my nightmare dream – gleam a light – beam as I┬ápray for day,
Beaming aglow, it would brighten my dream’s darkly plight of a woeful night,

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