Lowliness rose to might,
Deeming our days a night,
Bodily joy a plight
Soon to be healed;
Gave to one god all credit for creation,
But, lest the Path should seem the Destination,
Strove to attune man's heartstrings to a rack,
Until the soul was fortified to change hells,
While saints and poets chanted songs of angels,
Confessing earth was black