Where all is peace, where all is love.
There is a casket filled with flowers;
There is a stream of crystal life;
There is a beauty decks my bowers,
In this bright world away from strife;
Which fills my soul with grateful praise,
Which melts my heart with holy fire,
Which wakes my song, inspires my lays,
And quickens mind with pure desire;
For sweet employ in works of love,