Songs of Spirit

Songs of spirit, like a prayer breathing in the ambient air;

singing in the morning light, in the radiance of the day,

in the twilight shadows gray, in the brooding hush of night;

dark or light, or storm, or fair — singing, singing everywhere.

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In the burgeoning of spring, in the summer’s scented bloom,

in the autumn’s mellow glow, in the winter’s ice and snow;

shade, or shine, or joy, or gloom, as the seasons come and go,

break and bare, or blossoming — still the songs that sing and sing!

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Singing, singing everywhere, at the heart of everything,

in my soul I hear them sing, mystic music of the spheres;

songs that, with my utmost art, I can only catch in part;

broken echoes, cold and bare, of the songs my spirit hears.