My heart is like a fairy land,
With flowers and garlands gay;
My heart is like a meadow plain,
Whereon a child may play.
My heart is like a silver brook
That lightly babbles by;
And sometimes like a dreamy lake
Beneath a heavy sky.
And sometimes like a stormy sea,
With waves that rise at will,
Till o’er the water breathes a voice,
And then the waves are still.
My heart is like a roomy house,
With widely opened door —
One day the gates will shut, and then
Comes peace forevermore.
