There is many a curious lock, to open which,

When the key is lost, the way appeareth not:

But when the attempts of the most skilful have been baffled,

When in face of the difficulty sight and thought have devised nothing;

When the cunning hand hath not been ready,

And even the clever-handed hath found no means to open it,

Suddenly and strangely it openeth itself,

And discloseth the deposit—the object of our wishes.

When Joseph had freed his heart from its own disguises,

And cut the tie which threaded its schemings,

There remained nothing for him but to take refuge with God,

Who in our adversities is ever our stay:

Delivered from selfishness and want of understanding,

The grace of the Divine Wisdom took him by the hand.