Where mystery reigns supreme,
God carrieth there each thought of mine,
And every wondrous dream.
Under the warm sun, in a golden tomb,
Resteth Thy beautiful form,
Midst the fragrant roses that round Thee bloom,
Sheltered from the wind and storm.
With unceasing peace for many an age,
O Holy one, Thou art blest,
Numberless souls to pay Thee homage,
And kneel at Thy feet to rest.
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