Then I shall be satisfied when I can break
These fetters of flesh and be free.
I know this stain’d tablet must first be wash’d white,
To let thy bright features be drawn,
I know I must suffer the darkness of night,
To welcome the coming of dawn.
Then I shall be satisfied when I can cast
The shadows of nature all by,
When this cold dreary world from my vision is past,
And let this soul open her eye.