Sing Ye Peoples

What songs there are unsung I do not know,

There is music other than this world of ours,

Angelic voices sing to men below.

The hymns of galaxies from distant stars.

I have heard their harmonies in briefest strains

Choral odes that all the earth can heal,

Its sorrow, madness and its fiercest pains

If the soul's doors open and the heart could feel

The first delight that formed this world of woe

So bitter now and yet so passing sweet,

The light from which we came, to which we go

The Spirit greater by the mind's defeat.

Sing ye peoples call the music down,

Immortality and joy the destined crown.