I thought I heard a cuckoo today
Chanting gaily a morning psalm
Neath a cloudy sky, through sheets of hail
I beheld my dawning, bright and calm.
I thought I saw a twinkling star
This eve of darkness and of gloom
And lo, my path was there belayed
Coursing away from eternal doom.
I thought and thought, not saw, nor heard
The ways redemption would be mine
For, the elating song and guiding stars
In my conscience I enshrine.