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26 Lead me where the bitter sea Stings unseeing eyes with sight, Mocks the heart's uncertainty With itself, stern infinite,

Numbs the brain that comprehends Neither end nor endlessness,— Save the solemn flesh that tends Solemnly its vineyard press;

Where the present hand of God Gleams across the tempest, where Naked I may feel His rod, Pray, unfettered then with prayer.

Ye that follow shattered suns, Ye that seek the ash of days, Lead me where the long road runs, Lead me your desired ways.