Courage have I to face all bitter things, That start out darkly from the rugged path, Leading to life’s achievement; not God’s wrath Would sit so heavy when my lady sings.
I did not know what life meant till I felt Her hand clasp mine in compact to the end; Till her dear voice said, “See, I am your friend!” And at her feet, amazed, my spirit knelt.
And yet I spoke but hoarsely then my thought, I groped amid a thousand forces there; Her understanding all my meaning caught,
It was illumined in her atmosphere. She read it line by line, and then there fell The curtain on the shrine-and it is well.