From deep within the cosmic din flows music, loud and strong

But few men ’round can hear the sound, still fewer yet — The Song.

With graceful ease, the melodies of Venus, Earth, and Mars

Dance ever on the notes upon a tablature of stars.

On distant lands, the marching bands of Jupiter resound

And hearts take wing when ringlets ring in Saturn’s jeweled crown.

The trumpets sound!  The drummers pound!  Great Uranus rolls on

And no less grand is Neptune’s stand a billion miles beyond.

Amid the swells, faint tinkling bells add depth that few can hear

For Mercury and Pluto flee all but the chastened ear.

To guide the flux, the Sun conducts the symphony along

But few men ’round can hear the sound, still fewer yet — The Song.