Rosemary and Pansies/Exaltation
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EXALTATION
Lapped in a peace profound my spirit lies, Its perfect calm no passions agitate; No ghosts from out the past or present rise To threat me with the wrath of hostile fate: The future—ah! I care not what it brings, It cannot this great present bliss destroy; No jarring note doth fret my soul, which sings A song of perfect and unmingled joy. The world before has never seemed so fair, No murmur of its miseries I hear: Can I have reached a nobler region where There is no sorrow, suffering, or fear?
Yet were I blessed still more, if all were blessed, And in such peaceful perfect calm could rest.