There Are Higher Bridges

There are higher bridges to be here crossed Then we go through live most ordinarily The dice of opportunities to be tossed To find the way to come and become free The rivers of the flowing are beginning With times to find and life to live on Each hour of the new way is there singing And filling hope with what is made and done Under the stones of fortunate ways Love lies buried in the well of morning spring That thrives and meets the eye of beauty The rustles of the leaves many days Shall come to hours of tomorrow and bring With it its full chorus line and tutti