Archangels with harps set out from
the Sun.
Go to some planet, where their
song can be sung,
Fly near some human, strike their
chord in his heart,
Invite him to sing before onward
they dart.
Many Archangels, many the
songs,
Many join in from among the throngs,
Thus many choruses develop and swell
In the song of the God within whom all
dwell.
For humans the lessons that all are to
to learn
Is when to stay silent, when to
take their turn,
How to sing each song in a
beatiful way,
How to blend in the harmony of each