I sang upon the hilltops, in the glades, In forests redolent with earth's perfume In evening's worship in a simple shrine And in my room when day was at its close. I sang in gardens sharing with the flowers Music of the soil and heard the songs The singers on the highest boughs return And met with sages offering my voice In all its ranges from heights to deepest depths Until I came to Her and her command, “You must bring down a music beyond words”. I wrote to Her about my future's work And She replied in words divine and filled With love to keep always alive in me The spirit of consecration and all will be well. I rarely sing today but the music in my soul Reaches out in consciousness to all.
Poems Undated (1727)
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