There's so much pain in the dark,
That I dare not even smile;
There's so much joy in the songs of the lark,
That I dare not cry a while.

There's so much agony in light,
That I would not love to pray;
There's so much mirth in sight,
That there's no time to say.

A little life and a little mind,
Immensely caught in a little space;
What to call God , was He blind?
Or that's his undeniable grace?

To Thy Mortal Tone,O Immortal King,
Send Thy light for the cause of being!