The eternal song is with us — is with us
evermore,
"Tis the cry of the soul — life weary, as it
Roams this restless shore.
Imprisoned in fleshly casement, perplexed
By deep laid mines,
Longing for eyes to see clearly, the Light
That forever shines —
Shines with a wondrous brilliance through
The Ether far and wide,
For the soul from whose vision has fallen
The dazzling mists by its side.
Glints from the far-off come to us of a
Brighter and purer day,
When the radiant heights we peep at, shall
Be ours for ever and aye;
When earthly illusions vanish, and the
Real stands out in sight
To claim its own forever, in the Eternal
Light of Lights.
It beckons us on forever, with glimmerings
True and sure.
If only the soul will hold the casement
To the good and pure.
So our wandering sun-flecked lives have
The true and false to sift,
And sometimes the shadow o'ershades us
And hides the light that would lift —
Lift to the truer vision where the false
Must fall away;
Then, enveloped in Light Eternal, we
Hail the Eternal Day.