Poems (Crandall)/Echoes

by Rosa Neil Crandall

For works with similar titles, see Echoes.

Echoes

Below humanity's surface, Where dwelleth each human soul,Strong waves of deeper feeling Like the surges of ocean roll.

We strive with our ceaseless chatter To drown the terrible roarOf billows forever beating Warm hearts against the shore.

But a cry goes forth. and I shudder, As the echo is borne to me;For I know some heart is breaking On the rocks of that storm swept sea.

Below humanity's surface, Where dwelleth the soul, there liesA land of beautiful flowers, Of birds, and of sunlit skies.

Where the hearts of men find healing; And the splash of its fountains clearIs music, wonderful music, To those who choose to hear.

And rare and sweet float the echoes, And wild from the sea they roll;Forever ringing and ringing, From the unseen world of the soul.