A jewel fair among encircling hills it lies,
A mirror clear, wherein on surface still
As in a glass reflected are the mountains, trees,
Sky and sun and cloud;
So pure, so peaceful, and so holy, quiet.
So may my consciousness, O Love divine,
Be still and quiet as this gentle lake,
That Thou and Thou alone in it reflected be—
Thy beauty, peace, Thy glory and Thy love;
So losing self, lo! I am one with Thee.
