Where is thy song, o my soul in its soaring, The rapturous hymn in the heart's pure space Harmonies subtle and vast outpouring Celestial chant of the dawning race.
In the quiet hours I hear their voices And in the immeasurable movement of night; Sounds so pure that life rejoices As silent feet come bearing light.
Of this pure and immutable Presence I sing, Bearing the children of Usha near, Music's transcendence let me bring When the Lord shall once again appear.
Poems Undated (1727)
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