All music is to me his song divine, A melody of soul for which I long To bring to earthly men, false tones refine The essence of all things now slightly wrong.
This world was made for bliss and not for grief A play of the forces of the Light Real to those founded on belief Immune to the falsehoods of the night.
Sing on Poet the chant of life Divine, Promised to those intrepid souls of Thine, May every cell in us become the sign And each heart to beauty realign.
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