In bitterness I sat me down to weep,
When lo, a sunbeam touched my bended head.
I closed the shade to shut out all the light,
And hark, a bird song filtered through the dark!
I stopped my ears, and would not hear the song.
Love clasped my hand, I drew it back again
And hugged my pain but tighter to my breast.
At last, when all my heated tears were spent,
A "still small voice" came softly through the gloom,
And as I listened, lo, it filled the room,
And bade me drop the burden borne for years.
Thus I communed with Truth, grasping Love's hand,
Heard the glad song of countless joyous hearts,
And saw the night made bright by selflessness.
