There is a voice so gentle, calm, and still,
That quiets human fear and human will;
The noise of many waters ne'er can quench
The still, small voice of Love's omnipotence.
When I am tempted from the path to stray
It whispers, "Trust in God — He knows the way!"
Anger, remorse, revenge yield to His will,
And all is sweet, and calm, and fresh, and still!
Ah! no disturbance, passion, fear, nor strife,
Can interfere with all-harmonious Life.
The rush of noontide and the storm of night
Are checked, and proved unreal by Truth's sure might.
Within this secret place we may retreat —
In quiet, sinless joy sit at Love's feet;
And in this sacred place we may behold
Our fellow man, yea, all within the fold.
Inherent, tranquil, and serene delight
We find and know—revealed by Mind's pure light!
