The plaintive cry,
"Oh why, Oh why
Won't error go?"
Is stilled by thought
That error's naught
In Truth's bright glow.
The dark can't say
That it will stay
Or choose to flee.
Truth's light fills space.
There is no place
For dark to be.
Man knows no night.
He dwells in light
As Truth's reflection.
What, then, is healing
But Truth revealing
Man's true perfection?
