Forerunners of the Future Race.

I heard a song of God descend

Rich with unknown harmonies

Signalling the fateful end

Of those unholy trinities

That lure men's souls with Circean charms

And promise of unending thrills

To crush the spirit in their arms

With lethal and unerring skills.

The music came wave on wave

Surging through the fields of life

Sending falsehood to its grave

Ending error, hatred, strife.

I heard the Om chanted here

To hasten truth on earth by grace

Bear heaven's touch and drawing near

Forerunners of the future race.