(as the hid footholds of the earth, On which arising rest, and leaping forth depend, All shapes of beauty, grace and strength, all hues we know, Green blades of grass and warbling birds, children that gambol and play, the clouds of heaven above,) The strong base stands, and its pulsations intermits not, Bathing, supporting, merging all the rest, maternity of all the rest, And with it every instrument in multitudes, The players playing, all the world’s musicians, The solemn hymns and masses rousing adoration, All passionate heart-chants, sorrowful appeals, The measureless sweet vocalists of ages, And for their solvent setting earth’s own diapason, Of winds and woods and mighty ocean waves, A new composite orchestra, binder of years and climes, ten-fold renewer, As of the far-back days the poets tell, the Paradiso, The straying thence, the separation long, but now the wandering done, The journey done, the journeyman come home, And man and art with Nature fused again.
¡Todos! por la tierra y el cielo;
(El Líder Todopoderoso ahora por una vez ha hecho una señal con su vara.)
La estrofa viril de los maridos del mundo, Y todas las esposas respondiendo.
Las lenguas de los violines,
(Pienso Oh lenguas decís este corazón, que no puede expresarse a sí mismo, Este corazón de anhelo pensativo, que no puede expresarse a sí mismo.)