PILGRIMAGE, a poem

WANDERER from a fading strand
     Unto shadowy shores unknown,
Thou whose sails are onward fanned
By flattering breezes,—hast thou planned
     All thy course alone?

Canst thou tell, now clouds begin
     To gather in thy path of day,
To what harbor thou shalt win,
As the long night closes in
     On a wider way?

Pilgrim, no: I cannot tell.
     Strange my course, and stormy woes
     And darkness may obscure its close;
Yet I feel that all is well,
     For my Pilot knows!  

"Pilgrimage" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1898) And Poems (1916) Volume II.