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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.