He who knows our great Creator
Sees that clashing with the World
Is prelude to a greater wisdom
And a newer height;
Sees that battle brings a stirring
For the gathering of strength,
While quiet leads to freshened steps
Toward the beckoning Light;
And Light is where Eternity can speak.
There, all doings can partake
Of color, tears and laughter
Freely flowing from the heart:
Coherence conquering blight.
My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.