“Life, Life be our earth-celestial theme;”
The angels cried,
“Love and Beauty make any place a-gleam;”
The great who’d died,
“In every state, our song and service to redeem.”
Lo, the shining One waved high his mystic scroll,
And many joined in a sweet but thunderous whole:
“Music flows from a vaster, purer Stream—
Know now, O longing soul,
The vital, eternal scheme