Steersman unseen! henceforth the helms are Thine;
Take Thou command—(what to my petty skill Thy navigation?).

My hands, my limbs grow nerveless;
My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd;
Let the old timbers part—I will not part!
I will cling fast to Thee, O God, though the waves buffet me;
Thee, Thee at least, I know.

prayer of columbus - walt whitman
Published in Harper's Magazine, 1874 & Two Rivulets, 1876.
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