"It was quaint wisdom of the ancients

That the universe is set to music,

That the Creative World

...Was a note of harmony.

All things are kept in motion

By melodious sound.

The poets sing of the music of the spheres

And the Psalmist rhapsodies

Of the morning stars —singing together.

"Rhythm is the cause

Of the sparkle mystic message

Of a summer evening,

The look of devotion

In the eyes of a faithful dog,

A chance phrase of a True Love Song.

Happy the soul so delicately attuned

To the cosmic purpose

That it can discern the hidden meaning of life

In the harmonies and discord of the world,

—And perceive with Emerson

In the darkest, meanest things

That always, always ...something sings.