Voice
I hear the Lord praised well
Nothing will be wrong
Summer's on a tree
And leaves where they belong
All charity a branch
Immense in song
One vireo takes breath
If summer heaven sings
Tanagers can fly
On silent heaven's wings
Harmony's a finch
The Magus brings
I saw three Marys standing
Mourning on a hill -
Propped against the sun
The crippled sky was still
Then all at once I heard
A secret whippoorwill
