I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height. In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day.

Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world, I have seen thee before in the light of the earth, in the love of man.