Harken! Look ye unto the heavens above:
Angels with raised voices: she reverberates sound
Of graceful beauty, hope and lightness abound,
Communion, all joyous souls filled thereof,
Have lifted them wrapped in wings soft as the dove
Of interior thoughts. We cling to the ground;
Oh! rise us up, circle us again around
And teach us grace, loyalty, humbleness, love.
Thine spirit like the Sun, immersed in thy heat;
Whom hadst a melody and voice that doth shine:
True as the childish heart, innocent, supine,
To tarry your way along life's chosen path,
In ambiguous intent; though yet hearts beat
The seeds of unrest in thine breast men do hath.