| I rose, in all the pride of youth, |
| To hail the light that round me lay; |
| Thirsting for knowledge and for Truth, |
| My Soul sprang on her heavenly way. |
| In vain the mysteries of the past, |
| Still sealed, before my eyes were cast. |
| . . . . . . . |
| I wept, and all my weakness owned; |
| Those sacred words unbound my grief. |
| The Truth, the Way, the Life, I found, |
| As on his breast I sought relief; |
| And owned, subdued, the light of heaven |
| To humble hearts alone is given. |
| Anonymous |
