Send forth the Voice; it never shall return,
The sound of it like bells must travel far,
And many a man song-hungry, soul a-yearn,
Shall listen, and look up, and glimpse a star.

Send forth the Voice, to heal the questing souls
Long famished for celestial news; and, lo,
Manna shall feed them, and great aureoles
Brighten sad brows, and bless the lives brought low.

Since all the ages wait such messages,
Since every son of man is beauty-fain,
And music God's eternal vassal is,
Send forth the Voice;
The world shall straight rejoice,
Nor shall that golden Voice fall mute again.