Patience: The Lake of Beauty by Edward Carpenter

Irvine, Scotland, taken by my friend Jamie Glenday. See his Facebook pages for more great photys.

The Lake of Beauty

Let your mind be quiet, realising the beauty of the world, and the immense the boundless treasures that it holds in store.

All that you have within you, all that your heart desires, all that your Nature so specially fits for you- that or the counterpart of it waits for you embedded in the great Whole, for you. It will surely come to you.

Yet equally surely not one moment before its appointed time will it come. All your crying and fever and reaching out of hands will make no difference.

Therefore do not begin that game at all.

Do not recklessly spill the waters of your mind in this direction and in that, lest you become like a spring lost and dissipated in the desert.

But draw them together into a little compass, and hold them still, so still.

And let them become clear, so clear- so limpid, so mirror-like;

At last the mountains and the sky shall glass themselves in peaceful beauty.

And the antelope shall descend to drink, and to gaze at his reflected image, and the lion to quench his thirst,

And Love himself shall come and bend over, and catch his own likeness in you.


Edward Carpenter (29 August 1844 – 28 June 1929) was an English philosopher and poet. He was friends with Whitman and Tagore.