Songs of the Soul/Part 2/The Ever-New

by Swami Yogananda

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THE EVER NEW

Newer joys adorn the day,
Brighter burn through livelong night
The stars with purer light,
Brighter thoughts do brace my voice,
Newer words await my choice,
With heart of th’ new I ’ll sing my lay.
Wings of thoughts would ceaseless beat
The sky of time, and race to meet
Thy distant throne
That somewhere is alone.

Each and every day
Men choir some song
Not with thoughts the same but a changing throng
Of newer ones that make Thy greater lay.

The bubbling joy
Of each little boy,
Each brew of friendship still
I steal, and with them fill
Mine cup of aged heart
With ceaseless thrills to start.
Morrow each and each today
With newer love I will sing my lay.
The voices same do sing the lay
In temple church and fane:
But I deign ne’er to hear
The strains all stained with age-old tear;
My fountain flows anew today,
With newer tears will flow my lay.
In the same old church
I'll newly sing and search,
In the same old sermon
For unending truths and newer reason;
In the same old organ will I seek
The newer hopes of new-born week.

Every day, oh, every day
The bell will ring a new Sunday,
And bathed in Thy beaming ray
With newer thoughts I'll sing my lay.