  Here is tranquillity and silvan shade; For now, emerging from that waste of sand Which was my life, I reach a fruitful glade, A pool of water in a thirsty land. Your gentle soul a well of beauty is, And crystal clear the sunlit deeps thereof; And from that fountain of unmeasured bliss I draw the living water of your love. Here is the goal of all my wandering, Here is oblivion of my bitterness, And here the temple where my heart shall sing Your eyes that light me and your lips that bless. |
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