Possession blest of that Celestial sphere
Beyond the reach of hope and fear;
Salvation’s port—Elysian shore
Where souls remain, forevermore,
In blissful calm, disturbed by naught
Evolved by ranging, restless Thought,
And where Eternal arms of Peace
Enfolding, give secure release
From chains that bind, to Death and Sin—
A severance from the What-has-been—
An end of seeming endless range;
No farther transmigrating change,
But REST of soul, that’s sweet, supreme,
Beyond, the touch of Life’s wild dream:
A draught that quenches all desire—
Extinguishes Ambition’s fire,
And leave, an essence, pure, divine,
That shall with Brama ever shine,
Quiescent in that blest repose
To which the wise Guatama rose.