Hymn

I am at peace⁠—no storm can ever touch me;
  On my clear heights the sunshine only falls;
Far, far below glides the phantom voice of sorrows,
  In peace-lifted light the Silence only calls.
Ah, Soul, ascend! The mountain way, up-leading,
  Bears to the heights whereon the Blest have trod!
Lay down the burden;⁠—stanch the heart’s sad bleeding;
  Be ye at peace, for know that Ye are God!

Not long the way, not far in a dim heaven;
  In the locked Self seek ye the guiding star:
Clear shine its rays, illumining the shadow;
  There, where God is, there, too, O Souls ye are.
Ye are at one, and bound in Him forever,
  Ev’n as the wave is bound in the great sea;
Never to drift beyond, below Him, never!
  Whole as God is, so, even so, are ye.