Deep in things of beauty
Sings a song that’s heard by few.
Men nof integrity,
My Dear, liken it to you.
It sings itself, and so you sing,
And we who hear are marveling.
Through the greatest towers
Rises pride that few men feel.
Men of justice, My Dear,
Praise you as their ideal.
You are yourself, and so you rise,
World’s wonder to our eyes.
Finds its home in men of worth.
You, my Dear, uplifting,
Are man’s heaven on this earth.
But I’m your chosen, you’re my song,
In penthouse singing, glad and strong!