At the lake

Blue sky, blue waves;

Hills of vines around the lake;

Over there, the blue mountain's arches

Shimmer white in the pure snow.

As the boat lifts and rocks us,

A light mist rises and falls;

The sweet peace of Heaven lies

Over the radiant world.

Stormy heart, open your eyes,

Look around and become mild:

Draw happiness and peace

From the doubled image of Heaven.

Look how the reflecting water answers

Every tower and hill, bush and town;

Thus you reflect in song,

That which the earth holds most beautiful.