You cannot hope to be one free of pain While pain is all around you and within Where heart repeats perpetual refrain To punctuate the story you are in. But let your hope lay down its weary head Upon the breast of prayer wont to rise On wings of love sincere when they’re spread To meet the wind. With tear-moistened eyes, Go swim around that ever-fading star Of life, and in your faithful orbit stay That in the darkness whence you seem afar You rise and fall, and rise to show the way. It only bodes despair when you have lost The solemn will to hope at any cost.
To be one with the babble of river, The soft whispers of cedar and pine; To be one with the mountain, the wind and the sea And the swallow and swift in decline; To be one with the wave in surrender As it breaks on the shore in relief; To be one with the dew at the first light of dawn As it kisses the face of a leaf; To be one.