There Is

There is a sweetness breathes upon the air,

A fragrance from those heavenly altitudes,

It has no counterpart on earth so fair

And comes to us in silent indrawn moods,

Companion of a light we seldom see,

Accompanied by sounds we cannot hear,

It blazes at the spirit's apogee

Descends then vanishes to reappear

In moments of the Gods that rarely we

Descry beyond the provinces of mind;

It burns within our hearts eternally

Yet is almost impossible to find.

There is a joy known only to the soul

That sometimes breaks on our impoverished days,

A truth that answers to the inward call

To live in the protection of its rays.

There is a singing in the silver stars

A music heard within the whirling spheres

It calls to us and shall one day be ours,

A glory stationed at the earth's frontiers.