Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

Dreams grow holy put in action.

See how time makes all grief decay.

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.

Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.

Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.

Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, 'Grief will pass away.'