HIS PEACE.
WHEN day and its cares are over
I draw my chamber blind,
And under the night's sweet cover
All manner of comfort find.
I draw my chamber blind,
And under the night's sweet cover
All manner of comfort find.
Like doves to their windows flying
My thoughts frown their daily quest
At the call of my heart replying
Return to their nightly rest.
My thoughts frown their daily quest
At the call of my heart replying
Return to their nightly rest.
And folding them all together
I hide them away from sight,
Their wanderings hither and thither
Forgot in the quiet of night.
I hide them away from sight,
Their wanderings hither and thither
Forgot in the quiet of night.
One, only one thought remaineth;
It is born not of nature but grace,
And upward the flight it taketh
Beyond the limits of space:
It is born not of nature but grace,
And upward the flight it taketh
Beyond the limits of space:
He only who changes never,
Can choose for my soul the best;
Can quicken and crown the endeavor,—
He only can give me rest.
Can choose for my soul the best;
Can quicken and crown the endeavor,—
He only can give me rest.
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