encounterwhen in this life i seek to find myself,
and start without, in things and in the world,
then vainly for the truth does my heart delve,
i flag and fail and from my means am hurled.
next i seek to look at my own mind,
looking always for myself within.
introspectively my thought does wind,
i never end for i cannot begin.
but then the joy without for me does look,
and take me by the hand to see the light—
with rapture does eternal love me hook,
and force me to surrender without fight!
the light of God will always pierce the gloom;
with loving joy will i prepare the room!
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