We have not left this room, yet we have found
The radiance of God's beauty all around;
Love's consciousness is our vacation land,
Where every joy is tenderly God-planned.
In this glad upland valley, bright with flowers,
The day unfolds its fragrant golden hours,
And Truth's majestic mountains stanchly rise
Beneath the azure loveliness of skies
Forever glorious with heavenly light.
Up from the valley, towards the summit's height,
A pathway glistens, ready for our feet
To take the upward way, a climb most sweet.
The gentle evening, filled with star glow soft,
Finds us, Love-sheltered, resting far aloft,
Secure in tranquil meadowlands far higher
Than those that once had seemed our heart's desire.
Here is the plan, and here the certain way
To find each holiday a holy day.
