Souls and selves are organ tones and tunes.
The soul is deep, unchanging, it abides.
Placed in time, but not of time, it rides
Above the silence, alike in graves or wombs.
The self is full of feeling as it croons,
Restricted to a shallow range, but wide.
In constant flux, it flits from side to side,
Changing as it nears its bliss or doom.
Know that soul and self sing one sweet song.
'Mid sense and sentiment, eternity
Sings the deepest organ tone of being.
Do, then, bound for death, please sing along,
A chorister transfixed by beauty, singing,
Yielding to the rich, full harmony.