Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow

The Soul Of The River Had Entered My Soul, And The Gathered Power Of My Soul Was Moving So Swiftly, It Seemed To Be At Rest Under Cities Of Cloud And Under Spheres Of Silver And Changing Worlds Until I Saw A Flash Of Trumpets Above The Battlements Over Time!

I Have Known The Silence Of The Stars And Of The Sea. And The Silence Of The City When It Pauses, And The Silence Of A Man And A Maid, And The Silence For Which Music Alone Finds The Word.

To This Generation I Would Say: Memorize Some Bit Of Verse Of Truth Or Beauty.

The Earth Keeps Some Vibration Going There In Your Heart, And That Is You. And If The People Find You Can Fiddle, Why Fiddle You Must, For All Your Life.

Did I Follow Truth Wherever She Led, And Stand Against The Whole World For A Cause, And Uphold The Weak Against The Strong? If I Did I Would Be Remembered Among Men.