In glee the shadowy workmen toil, and this the song they sing —
“In deepest shade of destiny lies hid what man would know,
And useful thought comes but by pain, drawn up from down below.
He surely is a child of heaven who brings new truth to man,
To whom ’tis given, with vision clear, the inner world to scan,
’Tis ours to work behind the veil, thanks to this earnest soul,
Soon from these varied gems of thought shall rise a beauteous whole,
Adown the aisles of distant time our thinker’s voice shall sound,
Inspiring hope and life and joy to souls in darkness bound.
To write a book inspired of heaven, O, ’tis a glorious task!