Might yet a higher music tune these ears To sounds beyond the atonality Of life's discordant strains and cadences And strife where falls no lasting harmony.
May the rhythms of the inner life spring forth In concert with the growing soul of man New melodies retain the godhead's call In stanzas from diviner lips that scan
The sacred scores of immortality. May voices from ethereal heights descend In chorus with the rising chant of earth Transforming to a world-devotion's blend
The Veda-singer's song of conscious cells: Between the notes the supreme Composer dwells.
Poems Undated (1727)
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