Things Are Where Things Are,

God Smiles As He Has Always Smiled; Ere Suns And Moons Could Wax And Wane, Ere Stars Were Thundergirt, Or Piled The Heavens, God Thought On Me His Child; Ordained A Life For Me, Arrayed Its Circumstances, Every One To The Minutest; Ay, God Said This Head This Hand Should Rest Upon Thus, Ere He Fashioned Star Or Sun.

At Last Awake From Life, That Insane Dream We Take For Waking Now.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.