For long I had been troubled—living in
A world bewildered; not without a reason,
Nor really with one, for things trivial had
Unnerved me. And so, confused, morose,
I sought a haven. How? As fools escape,
With food and drink and false companionship.
But finally two books: one, ancient tome
Full rich in holy lore, told of a man
Who 'gainst the earth's iniquity had found
In God a strength with which he girt himself,
Then comforted and strengthened all mankind.
A new-old book the second was, and it,
With all the marvelous understanding of
One woman, broke once more the bread of Christ.

The words therein had cut the web of my
Dull lethargy, and dark mortality
Gave way to the inspired thoughts of God.
Refreshed beyond all hopes, I raised my head
From prayer and saw, as through the window of
My solitude, the light, piercing the clouds
And showing me the universe of God.

In gratitude I bow my head again
To thank Him for His ever-present love,
A humbler man than I have ever been—
And yet I know that I must even more
Submit myself to His divine command.
O God! I'll seek to do Thy will as Thou
Wouldst have me do—and will succeed. For I
Must now proclaim man's holy heritage—
The image and the likeness of the God
Who dwells in light and can know only good.

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