I HEAR a voice that speaks to me
Out of the silence of my dreams;
Somewhere from long eternity
Where the first white dawn gleams.
Night and the stars, day and the sun,
Winds and the trumpets of mid-seas,
All in one common key they run
Through deathless melodies.
Take this, my answer for all time --
Yea, to his speech, to his command:
Surrendering all life of mine
Unto his heart and hand.
William Stanley Braithwaite
No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple.
