How darkly grew the clouds above
When mortal mind held all my thought;
Bitter the days of poor self love,
Unheeding what the Master taught.
Then came to me like gentlest dove
The word of Truth Divinely fair;
Vague seemings ceased, nor longer strove,
I found in Mind, that God was there.
And when from centred self I turned
The soul found peace by night and day;
Through harmony of life 'twas learned
Christ was the Life, the Truth, the Way.
