Syrinx and Pan. 
  
Now comes the sound as of the fall of snow-flakes and rose-
petals: it is the twinkling of the feet of a young maiden dancing. 
And the music is the whisper of the Wind among the pines upon 
the Hill; and that is the breath of the Pan-pipe in the mouth of the 
Master. 
And, all in one, it is the Universe in manifestation. 
Also: I hear the Seven-fold Song thereof. 
  
  
Carmen. 
  
By Wisdom forms He matter and space and time, 
Experience to sublime. 
By Virtue spends He His own life through all; 
Mercy majestical. 
By Energy revolves He all in stress 
Of Change, the limitless. 
By Order gathers He the worlds of Light 
In Beauty infinite. 
By Love destroys He all to recreate 
Fresh Phantasies to Fate. 
By Reason reckons He His governance, 
The Wonder of His Chance. 
By Purity absolves He all His Will 
From every image of Ill. 
In Silence He resumes each perfect part 
To rapture of His Heart, 
His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are, 
The Still and Shining Star.