Lead me on
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on.
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on.
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long Thy power hath blessed me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent,
till The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
John Henry Newman.
Aye to that.
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That’s a magnificent poem isn’t it Pete. If by ‘those in the north’ you are thinking of us lot up here in Europe and North America, then many thanks. Covid, Brexit, Trump and winter – not the best new year this one. Best wishes to you.
Thanks John, you are having a cruel winter up there … the news is rarely good. All the best to you.