F. C. Kolbe - A Conversion lyrics

Behold that dark brown chrysalis, seeming dead-- Can such things live? Will life's reviving might Arouse this sleeper from so dark a night? Yes, see!--there issues from it[s] tomb-like bed A creature from whose airy wings are shed Bright beams of living, many-coloured light. Thus have I seen a spirit take its flight. Over its wings had error's meshes spread The bonds of lie and prejudice and hell: And the beholder in an underbreath Sighed sadly as he whispered, "This is d**h!" But no--a power thrills through the lifeless shell; And into glorious morn the spirit springs, The light of heaven gleaming from its wings.