My Retreat

THERE is a garden in my heart,

A place from all the world apart,

Where I alone in sorrow move,

Awaiting her whose name is Love;

Here in my hour of deepest night

I turn to find her beacon light.

Sometimes I feel an inner gleam

Of Love’s true light, a steadfast beam;

Then comes to me a low, sweet voice,

Which makes my longing soul rejoice;

A message brings of strength, of might,

That gives me courage for the fight.

When weary with the outward strife,

I seek this sacred inner life,

And find within its calm repose,

A brief surcease from earthly woes;

Thus, in the garden of my heart,

I rest from all the world apart.