A Truth That Has Long Lain Buried At Superstition'S Door, I See, In The Dawn Uprising In All Its Strength Once More. Hidden Away In The Darkness, By Ignorance Crucified, Crushed Under Stones Of Dogmas - Yet Lo! It Has Not Died. It Stands In The Light Transfigured, It Speaks From The Heights Above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love." And The Spirits Of Men Are Gladdened As They Welcome This Truth Re-Born With Its Feet On The Grave Of Error And Its Eyes To The Easter Morn.