Lux Lucet in Tenebris
"Let Him lead thee blindfold onwards, Love needs not to know; Children whom the Father leadeth ask not where they go. Though the path be all unknown, over moors and mountains lone. Give no ear to reason’s questions; Let the blind man hold; That the sun is but a fable; Men believed of old. At the breast the babe will grow; Whence the milk he need not know."
