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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GUIDE, by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG Poet's Biography First Line: She leads me on through storm and calm Last Line: Is mirror'd in her radiant face. | |||
SHE leads me on through storm and calm, My glorious Angel girt with light; By dazzling isles of tropic balm, By coasts of ice in northern night. Now far amid the mountain shades Her footprints gleam like golden fire, And now adown the leafy glades I chase the music of her lyre. And now amid the tangled pines That darkly robe the gorgeous steep She beckons where in woven lines The sunbeams through the darkness creep, And shows in glimpses far below The champaign stretching leagues away, Fair cities veil'd in summer's glow Or sparkling in the cloudless ray. At times on seas with tempest loud, The pilot of my bark, she stands, And, through the rifts of driving cloud, To tranquil bays of bounteous lands, The grassy creek, the bowery shore, The fringe of many a charmed realm, She steers me safe by magic lore, Her white arm leaning on the helm. When, sick at heart and worn, mine eyes I bend to earth in long despair, She lifts her finger to the skies, The violet deeps of lucid air, The myriad myriad orbs that roll In endless throngs in living space, And all the vision of her soul Is mirror'd in her radiant face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLENS OF WICKLOW by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG HELEN'S TOWER by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG HOME-LONGINGS: GWEEDORE, COUNTY DONEGAL by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG LUGNAQUILLIA by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG ONE IN THE INFINITE by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG SILENCE by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG SUMMER RHYME by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG THE MYSTERY by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG THE SHAWLIE by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG THE WEE LASSIE'S FIRST LUVE by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG THE YIN WEEK LUIK by GEORGE FRANCIS SAVAGE-ARMSTRONG I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH |
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