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Out of the midnight, rayless and starless, / Into the morning's golden light; / Out of the clutches of wrong and ruin, / Into the arms of truth and right; / Out of the ways that are ways of sorrow; / Out of the paths that are paths of pain -- / Yea! out of the depths has a soul arisen, / And "one that is lost is found again!"
Lost in the sands of an awful desert! / Lost in a region of imps accursed, / With bones of a victim to mark his pathway, / And burning lava to quench his thirst. / Lost in the darkness, astray in the shadows -- / Father above, do we pray in vain? / Hark! on the winds come gleeful tidings: / Lo, "he that was lost is found again."