Exaltation

Lapped in a peace profound my spirit lies,Its perfect calm no passions agitate;No ghosts from out the past or present riseTo 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 singsA 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 whereThere is no sorrow, suffering, or fear?

Yet were I blessed still more, if all were blessed,And in such peaceful perfect calm could rest.