I feel as if from enchantment freed The spirit child in the soul’s womb; In the heart’s radiance The holy word of worlds Has begotten

Can I know true being So that it rediscovers itself in the soul’s creative pulse? I feel power lent to me To live my own

I feel for the first time the world Which, without my soul’s participation, Would merely be empty, cold life And showing itself powerless To create

Light from spirit depths Stives outward, like the sun; It becomes strength of will for life Shining in the dullness of sense To loosen powers