Song of the Universal Ola Gjeilo

Come, said the Muse
Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted
Sing me the Universal

In this broad Earth of ours
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag
Enclosed and safe within its central heart
Nestles the seed Perfection

By every life a share, or more or less
None born but it is born—conceal’d or unconceal’d, the seed is waiting

Give me, O God, to sing that thought!
Give me—give him or her I love, this quenchless faith
In Thy ensemble. Whatever else withheld, withhold not from us
Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space;
Health, peace, salvation universal

All, all for Immortality!
Love, like the light, silently wrapping all!
Nature’s amelioration blessing all!
The blossoms, fruits of ages—orchards divine and certain;
Forms, objects, growths, humanities, to spiritual Images ripening