A bolt of blazing gold, Lifted from the horizon's edge Another radiant dawn sends new hope, Avowed my hearty pledge My yearning to be part Of nature's truthful solitude Of wisdom's inner light That shines in mystic multitude The guiding source within, So few of us will ever know And few will ever climb The great world-tree from which we've grown But those who seek will find The rhythm that vibrates high and far And rearrange the cosmic threads, The pattern of the weave of stars