Singer
When thou commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dionant in my life melts into one sweet harmony ---and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight acro the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing.I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far ----spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach .
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who are my lord.
Holymusic
I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement.
The light of thy music illumines the world.The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky.The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.
My heart longs to join in thy song, but vainly struggles for a voice.I would speak ,but speech breaks not into song, and I cry
out baffled.Ah ,thou hast made my heart captive in the endle meshes of thy music, my master!
Little Flute
Thou hast made me endle,
such is thy pleasure.
This frail veel thou emptiest again,
and fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute of a read
thou hast carried over hills and dales,
and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of thy hand
my little heart loses its limits in joy
and gives birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts come to me
only on these very small hands of mine.
Ages pa,
and still thou pourest,
and still there is room to fill.
Purity
Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing
that
thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endevour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side.The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endle toil in a shorele sea of toil.
Today the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
