The Gods

And the first-born man beheld The sun rise in the east; And from within his bosom lo, A stream of music rose, An answer sweet to the sun's light, A music stream of hymns, Countless words and countless praises To the fountain of the day! And--O miracle!--all hymns And countless words and praises Spread in waves from end to end! And taking flesh in time, They became great gods of light And signs of harmony!