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A truth that has long lain buried / At Superstition's door, / I see, in the dawn uprising / In all its strength once more.
Hidden away in the darkness, / By Ignorance crucified, / Crushed under stones of dogmas- / Yet lo! it has not died.
It stands in the light transfigured, / It speaks from the heights above, / "_Each soul is its own redeemer_; / _There is no law but Love_."
And the spirits of men are gladdened / As they welcome this Truth re-born / With its feet on the grave of Error / And its eyes to the Easter Morn.