Like one who wanders in fell darkness vast.
I trod the paths of pain and all unrest
For weary, weary years, and came at last
To dream that death of all things was the best.
When lo! I came unto an open door
Piercing the walls that shut my vision in,
Which surely I had never seen before,
Because my eyes were dimmed by fear and sin,
And through that door Love led my stumbling feet
To where the dawn still broadens into day,
And life becomes more sure and glad and sweet
Each passing hour, for Love still leads the way.
