On the plank, with courage failing, feeble steps toward the light; last year’s lessons, pirates wailing, next year’s mystery, a fright. Going back , out of the question, going forth, a terror grave; gentle Hope, lead this procession, guide my steps, and paint me brave.

On the plank, with courage failing,
feeble steps toward the light;
last year’s lessons, pirates wailing,
next year’s mystery, a fright.
Going back , out of the question,
going forth, a terror grave;
gentle Hope, lead this procession,
guide my steps, and paint me brave.
What are your thoughts?