I sought through many a weary wakeful night
For liberating thoughts to set me free.
Strader:
And yet it was this spirit lightning-flash
Which robbed me of my last remaining powers.
The strongest impulse of my soul hath been
Ever to seek for evidence in life
Of what my thought hath forced on me as truth.
So it befell, as if by chance, that I
E’en in those days of misery should prove,