His Grace Bestow

Having lived the drama's course this I know,

The way is paved with thorns, the progress slow,

Accumulated memories to lose

And endless seems the road on which we go.

What is this dream of God that moves us so,

This light that penetrates the depths below,

This path, so difficult though yet we choose

For only thus the soul within can grow.

All is not done, we still must overthrow

Desire and its disastrous undertow,

All inherent human traps defuse

Upon the humbled head His grace bestow.