That his wings and his heart are in rhythm when he sings?
Tears moisten the harpstrings, they quiver with pain,
Then the triumph, the peace but the finest souls gain—
Earth's losses, its tears through the notes sweep along,
The longings of earth find a voice in the song,
Till outechoed by angels they find a release,
To be silenced henceforth, merged in infinite peace.
Will the spirit bird sing through the ages to come,
Or the soul take its flight and, still singing, go home,
And the world weep aghast when, the music withdrawn,