The spirit placed before my soul a youth,
As first he entered on life’s thorny path
Full of those dreams of hope, which ofttimes brought
A group of faithful hearers to his feet.
And Strader, also could I see e’en thus
As he appeared in earthly life when young,
E’er he had full outgrown his cloistered youth:
And I could see what he might once have been,
If he had followed out in that same way
The goal he set before himself of old.