Like a child in the wildest forest lostI have cried and cried alone,
"Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?The echo answered, "gone."
And days and nights and years then passedA fire was in the brain,
I knew not when day changed in night

The heart seemed rent in twain.I laid me down on Ganges's shore,
Exposed to sun and rain;With burning tears I laid the dust
And wailed with waters' roar.
I called on all the holy namesOf every clime and creed.
"Show me the way, in mercy, yeGreat ones who have reached the goal.
"Years then passed in bitter cry,Each moment seemed an age,
Till one day midst my cries and groans

Some one seemed calling me.A gentle soft and soothing voice
That said 'my son' 'my son',That seemed to thrill in unison
With all the chords of my soul.