the one mysterious source of joy and sorrow
is sung here – deep rivers meet
in these voices, rising
from the infinite, returning to it;
remember, remember, they sing
there is one source only for sorrow and joy.
these many voices build to one
great unity of being, what are we?
where are we going?
they call, they cry, they sing,
these voices pierce through all defence
to the smiling heart of mystery.
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