CHORALE
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.

Tenor solo
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,

Soprano solo
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

Chorus
Illustrious every one!
Illustrious what we name space,
Illustrious the mystery of motion in all beings,
Illustrious the attribute of speech, the senses, the body,
Illustrious the passing light – illustrious the pale reflection on the new moon in the western sky,
Illustrious whatever I see or hear or touch, to the last.

I sing to the last the equalities modern or old,
I sing the endless finales of things,
I say Nature continues, glory continues,
I praise with electric voice,
For I do not see one imperfection in the universe.

O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you unmitigated adoration.