It seemed that pain
Was mine, and real,
Till Truth's clear voice revealed to me:
Thy Father pain would have to know
Before it could touch thee.
And lack had tried
To voice a need,
Till Life's true substance I could see:
Reflecting Spirit, All-in-all,
What good flows unto me!
Grief tried to bind,
And loneliness,
But joy's sweet angels set me free:
Thou knowest He whose name is Love
Could never joyless be!
As Thou art Mind,
Dear Father, God,
And man reflects Thy sovereignty,
I, as Thy loved child, behold
Only what Thou canst see.
