What do I sacrifice when I praise?
When, with joy-packed voice, I raise my thoughts,
my love,
my life?
Why, the sacrifice is this:
give up gloom for bliss
give up wrong for right
give up dark for light.
(Oh, give up, mortality! You can give me nothing,
so turn yourself in—
sickness, sorrow, sin.)
And now—all giving up given—I see
I am free!
