Words by John Burroughs (1862)
Melody by Thomas Tallis (1561)
Musical Arrangement by Jana Stanfield
Serene I fold my hands and wait,
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high
Can keep my own away from me.