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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
My Guide
George Francis Savage-Armstrong (b. 1845)
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        5
  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        10
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        15
  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,        20
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        25
  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,        30
And all the vision of her soul
  Is mirror’d in her radiant face.


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