Now heaven be thanked, I am out of love again!
I have been long a slave, and now am free;
I have been tortured, and am eased of pain;
I have been blind, and now my eyes can see;
I have been lost, and now the way lies plain;
I have been caged, and now I hold the key;
I have been mad, and now at last am sane;
I am wholly I, that was but a half of me.
So, a free man, my dull proud path I plod,
Who, tortured, blind, mad, caged, was once a God.