Higher Music

Might yet a higher music tune these ears

To sounds beyond the atonality

Of life's discordant strains and cadences

And strife where falls no lasting harmony.

May the rhythms of the inner life spring forth

In concert with the growing soul of man

New melodies retain the godhead's call

In stanzas from diviner lips that scan

The sacred scores of immortality.

May voices from ethereal heights descend

In chorus with the rising chant of earth

Transforming to a world-devotion's blend

The Veda-singer's song of conscious cells:

Between the notes the supreme Composer dwells.