Whence Om, this soundless roar, doth come When drowseth matter’s dreary drum? On shores of Bliss, Om, booming, breaks All earth, all heaven, all body shakes The bumble bee now hums along Baby Om doth softly sing his song From Krishna’s flute the call is sweet 'Tis time the watery God to meet Cords bound to flesh are broken all Vibrations burst and meteors fall! The hustling heart, the boasting breath No more shall cause the Yogi’s death The God of Fire with fervor sings: Om! Om! His joyous harp now rings Prana-God with power sounds The wondrous bells, the soul resounds All Nature lies in darkness soft The star divine is seen aloft Subconscious dreams have gone to bed 'Tis then that one doth hear Om’s tread Oh, upward climb the Living Tree! Hark to the cosmic symphony From Om, the soundless roar From Om: The call for light o’er dark to roam From Om, the music of the spheres From Om, the mist of Nature’s tears All things of earth and heaven declare Om! Om! Resounding everywhere