Swelling harmonies blend.
Like music heard faintly in dreams—first afar—it draws near,
Till the triumphant chant sweeps into the Star People’s hearts;
Then, joyous and clear:—
“The Heavens declare the glory—” There follows a gush,
A bursting in spray of the sound, as it pours like a wave
In its o’erwhelming rush!
The splendor ineffable blinds them; their hearts fill with awe
And reverence—they know not for what; all the Power that they know
Is their Law.