Dec. 3, 1969
Music now with octave's sounds Denotes the harmonies to come. The single Voice's many tones Uphold, sustain these songless rounds.
Long have we waited Thy voice to hear With aspiration's flaming soar, In melody's ascending scales, And the heavenly hymns of Terpsichore.
We endure the contrapuntal clash Of presences primordial Upon this battlefield of earth To hear the song celestial.
Rhythm beats of puissant notes Sound vibrating chords within. To come to Thee a harp of joy And the overture of love begin
On strings that to eternal things Are tuned, and let Thy music flow In chants of choral offering. From heaven flooding earth below!
Poems Undated (1727)
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