The doctor knows his medicine

but the heart he can't heal

life is hardly about reason

infinitely more about how to feel.

I've slept too long

      no more the slumber

      life's next song

      is springing to my ear--



      beauty will never do any wrong

      as bouquets of wonder she sets to gather

      with love and rejoicing in music's throng

      life doesn't die--it will live forever