1 O, heaven is where no secret dread
May haunt us by its power;
Where from the past no gloom is shed
Upon the present hour.

2 And there the living waters flow
Along the radiant shore;
The soul, now wandering here, shall know
Its burning thirst no more.

3 The burden of the stranger's heart,
Which here unknown we bear,
Like the night-shadow shall depart
With our first wakening there.

4 And, borne on eagle's wings afar,
Free thought shall claim its dower,
From every sphere, from every star,
Of glory and of power.