BEACON LIGHTS.
Reading edition
When I am cowardly, sick of the fight, Dumb for the right word, nerveless for deeds that dare, Blaze up in my heart, square little Brant Point Light; Light me a broad path starred with a burnished flare! If I am tossing on a sea of doubt, And have no harbor, no fair shore to know, Sankaty, like an angel, spread your great wings out, Headland and coastward light, give me your glow! If I am lost and waves go over me, Tossing, engulfing hollows o’er my head; Thou, Great Point Light, will surely cover me, And by thy strong white clue I shall be led! When I am caught in foam of treacherous beach, And all the darkness presses like a wall, Blaze, Island lights, beyond the Island reach; Beacon me to the Utmost Light of all!