A bolt of blazing gold,
Lifted from the horizon's edge
Another radiant dawn sends new hope,
Avowed my hearty pledge
My yearning to be part
Of nature's truthful solitude
Of wisdom's inner light
That shines in mystic multitude
The guiding source within,
So few of us will ever know
And few will ever climb
The great world-tree from which we've grown
But those who seek will find
The rhythm that vibrates high and far
And rearrange the cosmic threads,
The pattern of the weave of stars
