"Blindfold I walk this life's bewildering maze; Up flinty steep, through frozen mountain pass, Through thornset barren and through deep morass: But strong in faith I tread the uneven ways, And bare my head unshrinking to the blast, Because my Father's arm is round me cast; And if the way seems rough, I only clasp The hand that leads me with a firmer grasp."
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Anne Lynch Botta
Anne Lynch Botta (November 11, 1815 – March 23, 1891) was an American poet, born in Bennington, Vermont.
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