His spirit struggles in the dark caress
Of anguish, pain and utter loneliness.
He always loved the mountain tops, for there
Away from earth, He treads the mystic ways,
And sees the vision of the Fairest Fair,
As Heaven dawns upon His raptured gaze;
The loneliness, the pain, the grief depart;
Surpassing gladness fills His Sacred Heart.
That day He stood upon the olive hill,
And Peter, James and John in wonder saw