Classic Poem

Here in the mountains, on this Pentecost,
The Whispers of the Holy Spirit come.
Nor in the distant city are they lost,
Amid the noises of my far-off home.

Here in the clear still air, as morning breaks,
And birds and trees and flowers adore the day,
In thousand thousand tongues the Spirit speaks,
As in one chorus of delight they say,—

“Love is the whole, one life of heart with heart,
Of mind with mind, and soul inspiring soul.
For those who love, there's no such word as ‘part.’
Love, live and love, for Love is aye the whole.”