A voice cried in the wilderness of doubt:
"Awake, awake, my child! Prepare the way,
The highway of your God." I heard the shout,
And lifted drowsy eyelids to the day
That shone in growing splendor on my sight,
Revealing loveliness I never knew,
For, wrapped within my brooding dreams of night,
My way was weary and my friends were few.
I found the highway holds a happy throng
Of fellow travelers who seek the goal,
Even as I, with prayer and joyful song;
Seeing our pathway leads from sense to Soul,
We bear each others' burdens as we go,
And find them waymarks of the way we know.
