Author John Henry, Jr. Hopkins Drowned in the thundering roll of the Organ's deep diapason, All unheard are the songs sung by the lowly of heart.Soon are the loud tones mute, all dying away in the distance; While those songs of the heart open the portal of Heaven. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments