Out of my sorrow
have I made these songs,
Out of my sorrow;
Though somewhat
of the making's eager pain
From Joy did borrow.
Someday, I trust,
God's purpose of Pain for me
Shall be complete,
And then -
to enter the House of Joy…..
Prepare, my feet.
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