The Arrival of the Lord, by Endre Ady. Original.
When they left me,
When I bore my crushed soul,
Silently and unawares
God embraced me whole.
Not a fanfare, but a hug
As a true friend might
Not by sunny day
But by wartorn night.
My vain eyes
Were blinded. My youth died
But I see him forever
The magnificent, the bright.
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