Lying down in pain,
Rising up in joy!
What a boon has come
To my darling boy.
Dreams of terror's night,
Fleeing from his thought;
This the blissful change,
In one hour wrought.
Whence this precious boon,
Whence this waking joy,
Which so soon have come
To this trustful boy?
From the throne they come,
Of the Power above,
Which, in living Truth,
Health all in Love.
