New rhythms tease the mind, and rhymes
Come all unbidden to my thought.
The song is sweet; the rhymes are true—
Wherefore rejoice, O listening heart!
The wilderness is left behind,
Mount Horeb scaled, the mount of God;
And wind, quake, fire, are proved unreal.
Only the still small voice is heard.
No more self-condemnation holds
Supine all power to resist.
Obedience to Love's word brings strength
To fight the battle—and persist.
For up must be, and up must do:
All this is learned, Elijahwise.
And thus spontaneous joy and song
Gratefully from my heart arise.
