IT HAS FALLEN upon me, the service of thy singer. In my songs I have voiced thy spring flowers, and given rhythm to thy rustling leaves. I have sung into the hush of thy night and peace of thy morning. The thrill of the first summer rains has passed into my tunes, and the waving of the autumn harvest. Let not my song cease at last, my Master, when thou breakest my heart to come into my house, but let it burst into thy welcome.
IN ONE salutation to thee, my God, let all my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. Like a rain-cloud of July hung low with its burden of unshed showers let all my mind bend down at thy door in one salutation to thee. Let all my songs gather together their diverse strains into a single current and flow to a sea of silence in one salutation to thee. Like a flock of homesick cranes flying night and day back to their mountain nests let all my life take its voyage to its eternal home in one salutation to thee.