Serene, I fold my hands and wait
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate
For lo! My own shall come to me
I stay my haste, I make delays-
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways
And what is mine shall know my face
Asleep, awake, by night or day
The friends I seek are seeking me
No wind can drive my bark astray
No change the tide of destiny
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown
And garner up its fruit of tears
The waters know their own, and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high
Can keep my own away from me