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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!