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Conversion: An Allegory
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Chapter II
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Forest of Darkness: Prologue
Part I
A Saint’s Sorrow
Humiliation, like night’s darkness, was upon me;
I had no human shoulder to lean on.
Sorrow, like awful gall, consumed me completely;
In my bitterness I was all alone.
I turn’d to human company—my pain had doubled;
There was no help for me upon the earth.
I roamed the world for help, for I was sore troubled;
I was a man to die not knowing mirth.
But then I turned my sorrow-laden eyes Heaven-ward,
And there I saw a Man upon a Throne.
Who’s that?-I thought—the answer came, the Holy Word;
He looked to me like Christ the Son of Man:
I saw the marks upon His head and hands—
Sadness and Darkness fled from me as friends.