By the darkness of the wind did your feet feel such joy as had been forgotten from the days of agony. For you were once like the hills of death by the bitter frost. Your fears surrounded you and the hills haunted you as they stepped forward around you like the dancing of the wolves. Yet now you have broken your addiction to the world. For great is the one that breaks the rod of the oppressor by the light of the morning day. Your thoughts have been made new just like the gift of love from the flesh of the sun. Your holy smile is meeting its own self with the tears of its own joy by the dawn of that light which is from nothing. For you in your otherworldliness are strong and your face is brave. You are calm like the stream which feeds the land away from want, and also from need. For this is the new depth beneath your compositions, and this is the glory of your well determined character. Your grassy eyes are brightly there among us like the grey mist of the thoughts whose dignity is immortal. All I can see in your eyes is the miles upon miles of your purity. For in you is the love and the kindness of the transcendent mind; whose strength of purpose is mighty like the stars of the sky. For now I love you for your strength in thought which has broken the rod of deathly fear and opened our hearts to the delights of righteousness. For the fields are now silver by the world of your hand as the lowly shall behold the goodness of the night, and thus the glory of the earth which touches this night has rattled forth its love like the glorious women of the fruit tree. For in their works of healing is their virtues which are more than the flesh of their words. And thus in this way is your heart more than the flesh of your thoughts, but it is even more than that; for now it is the blooming of your passions and your dispassions into a most perfect symphony, like the harmony of the worlds by the heart of the light from the moon, and by the perfect silence in which it stands.