William Preston Johnston - Pythagoras lyrics

GOING down through the valley of Hades, The immemorial dim dusk of the eld, Of my daemon I ask whose grand shade is That presence majestic, that form unexcelled; And then by emotions prepotent impelled, I say, as the hem of his raiment I touch, "Dear Master, if thou hast in silence withheld Some part of thy wisdom, of which thou hast much, Teach me, I pray thee, in aid of mankind." Pythagoras answered, "One thing is sure; Man is deaf to the rhythm of nature, and blind To its order. Physician, this thought is his cure; That Kosmos is justly and wisely designed, And its harmony sounds in the ears of the pure."