The music of our souls
May the music of our souls
Be accompanied by grand gestures
And the persistent clapping of hummingbird’s wings.
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot.
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast.
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.