If you love the violin curving sound around within,
If its music, swerving-soaring, carves a light in you adoring,
And a smile of satisfaction ear to chin,
Then you’ll know your life has purpose,
And you’ll never faint or wonder,
Never fear the drums of thunder
Or the tuba’s booming toot.
All the life in you now singing,
All the lifting, vibrant winging,
All that humming of that joy beneath your chin,
Hails the world’s unsated hearing,
Hails the lovers ever nearing,
Hails the soul in you that’s steering
To the point of origin!