22.07.2007, 18:40
A Music yet Unknown, Remaining to be Heard on Earth
The music of the days which are to come
Doth haunt me ever, and my footsteps move
In time unto it, - paces of deep love
And faith unchangeable! I hear the hum
Of mighty workings, and cannot be dumb.
To the grand concerts of the spheres above.
Mankind moves on, vain omens to disprove,
While overhead, and in the vanward, some
Prophetic soul, lark-like, doth soar and sing.
A few poor snatches of that music here,
My fellow-men, I, as a pledge, would bring, -
The music at my heart still answering clear,
Which tells me that there must be yet some string
Untouched, which God intended Man to hear.
The music of the days which are to come
Doth haunt me ever, and my footsteps move
In time unto it, - paces of deep love
And faith unchangeable! I hear the hum
Of mighty workings, and cannot be dumb.
To the grand concerts of the spheres above.
Mankind moves on, vain omens to disprove,
While overhead, and in the vanward, some
Prophetic soul, lark-like, doth soar and sing.
A few poor snatches of that music here,
My fellow-men, I, as a pledge, would bring, -
The music at my heart still answering clear,
Which tells me that there must be yet some string
Untouched, which God intended Man to hear.