A sea of Peace and Joy and Light
    Beyond my reach I know.
In me the storm-tossed weeping night
    Finds room to rage and flow.

I cry aloud, but all in vain;
    I helpless, the earth unkind!
What soul of might can share my pain?
    Death-dart alone I find.

A raft am I on the sea of Time,
    My oars are washed away.
How can I hope to reach the clime
    Of God’s eternal Day?

But hark! I hear Thy golden Flute,
    Its notes bring the Summit down.
Now safe am I, O Absolute!
    Gone death, gone night’s stark frown!