“FALK. I feel myself like God’s lost prodigal; I left Him for the world’s delusive charms. With mild reproof He wooed me to His arms; And when I come, He lights the vaulted hall, Prepares a banquet for the son restored, And makes His noblest creature my reward. From this time forth I’ll never leave that Light, – But stand its armed defender in the fight; Nothing shall part us, and our life shall prove A song of glory to triumphant love!”
