Enslaving chains of habits and of fears
Are broken oft but by our scalding tears;
Thoughtlessly we so often seek to cling
To things which only vain regrets can bring;
Then in our desperation we reach out
For hope and comfort—yes, through many a doubt;
And Truth triumphant casts its beam of light,
And consciousness emerges from the night.
Then opened eyes behold that things once great
Have lost so much of their important weight;
The fires of Spirit have consumed the dross,
And there, where mortal mind had pictured loss,
We find ourselves possessing nuggets rare,
Dug from the depths, where anguish and despair
Had seemed to be. O saving Truth, Thy touch
Has taken naught, and left us, oh, so much.
