One must be grateful though the world cave in Upon the seeker and the struggling soul. As the body moves towards the dusk Music comes to comfort and uplift. I hear new melodies unheard before By busy mind and outward-seeking heart Though the spirit-song has always guided me. I listen to Kodaly and find peace In the choral strains of 'Esti dal' Perhaps to be alone is best though hard, In calm reflection of those wonder years When all could be attempted, all achieved In the boundlessness of earth's embrace. No thought of death can come where there is light And joy and breath of being and desire To reach beyond the clinging past's constraints And break into a vision of a vast Unity and sanctity of life.
Poems Undated (1727)
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