The Joy Revealed

The depths of solitude seem bareTo those who dream they go alone.They grope their way, they half despair,Uncomforted that God is One.

Yet, where their loneliness has tracedThrough those dark depths a cheerless way,And hope, like joy, has seemed effacedBy night extending into day—

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