A Song
James Avis Bartley
Amid the tempest, wild and dark,
Upon Life’s troubled sea;
One only star illumes the scene,
With heavenly brilliancy.
Oh! sweetly o’er the howling deeps,
Its venturing beam shines out;
And bright, relieves my weeping eye,
And calms my soul from doubt.
That star is pure Religion’s light.
A pole star, calm but blest,
It guides my lost and trembling bark,
To Heaven’s sweet port of rest.
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