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I do not see the lightning's flash, / Nor hear the thunder's din; / What though the storms about me crash -- / My refuge is within.
Though every evil stands confest, / And every pleasure flies, / I bear a world within my breast, / A light within my eyes.
Of every fount from out the earth / I, too, have drunk my fill, / And all the joys I count of worth / Become my own at will.
Though I have never loved a maid, / Love's heights I may ascend; / Though no friend's hand my own has stayed, / I still can pledge my friend.
From good and bad alike I draw / Security of soul; / Naught happens but becomes a law / To strengthen my control.
No passions ever rock my heart, / I know not fear nor hate; / A peace in which all worlds have part / Encompasses my fate.
I dread not any form of wrath, / I hate not any sin; / Whatever grief assail my path, / It cannot come within.
For there secure my spirit reigns, / Serene amid unrest, / Since all that Life or Death contains / I hold within my breast.