Glittering in silver black
Flying o'er the stage
Music, wild and living,
Stirs the heart to answer
As the enemy's defeated
And our ears and eyes are treated
To the sight.
Virtue wins and love is rescued
Crumbling answers are rejected;
That which grows and breathes unpoisoned
Is now free to feed on light
And in this,
Thus the empty inner room
That every soul its chamber knows
Will join the tune.