Deep in the dark abysmal hours of night,
Depressed, discouraged with lost years of toil,
There came an angel thought, with morning's light:
Would'st learn God's plan, or ever till the soil?
No loss, ingratitude, nor wasted years
Can ever dim the light on Love's highway;
Rejoice, thou wanderer, turn from those fears!
And so, with grateful heart, I rise and pray:
Dear God, I thank Thee now for Truth's clear day,
Irradiant with the light of Life and Love.
Give me illumination, that I may
In this benighted world Thy goodness prove.
