Sounds of the Silence

Where is thy song, o my soul in its soaring,

The rapturous hymn in the heart's pure space

Harmonies subtle and vast outpouring

Celestial chant of the dawning race.

In the quiet hours I hear their voices

And in the immeasurable movement of night;

Sounds so pure that life rejoices

As silent feet come bearing light.

Of this pure and immutable Presence I sing,

Bearing the children of Usha near,

Music's transcendence let me bring

When the Lord shall once again appear.