Who Wakes the Sleeping Soul

Tread lightly on shifting sand, loose the bond

And slowly scale the great forbidding peak

Communing with a voice from the beyond

Ever aware that he whom you now seek

Is lodged within this cabin made of clay,

A silent tenant who sanctifies the room

And sees through eyes though blind approaching day

The breaking light dispelling mortal gloom,

Who wakes the sleeping soul from reverie

And stokes the fire on the sacred hearth,

Assures the body's immortality

The stranger we meet upon the sunlit path

Whose face and voice from past acquaintance know

And steadily into his image grow.