Uncounted now, those years of toil and struggle;
Forgotten now, those hungry days and cold,
For in the miner's horny hand
Lies treasure of his promised land.
From vein upturned of rarest virgin gold.
Uncounted now, those darker years of error;
Forgotten now, those devious ways of sin.
The paths of stiff" ring that we trod
Before we knew the love of God,
Are blotted out since light of Truth shone in.
