For works with similar titles, see Exaltation.
EXALTATION
Lapped in a peace profound my spirit lies,
Its perfect calm no passions agitate;
No ghosts from out the past or present rise
To 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 sings
A 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 where
There is no sorrow, suffering, or fear?
Its perfect calm no passions agitate;
No ghosts from out the past or present rise
To 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 sings
A 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 where
There is no sorrow, suffering, or fear?
Yet were I blessed still more, if all were blessed,
And in such peaceful perfect calm could rest.
And in such peaceful perfect calm could rest.