And there is the silversmith
Who labors long to draweth the gold and silver finely
That he doth fashion it with jewels thereon.

So when he is through, he crieth out,
that in all the land
There is none such beauty as this,
And it is indeed fit for a kingly brow.

So, while he praiseth himself and his work,
I pass thereby unto the hilltop;
And I raiseth my eyes unto the Heavens
And I seeth all the stars,
and the Heavenly things therein.

And I looketh about and seeth the mountains
And the beauty of the flowers about me ~
Yea, even the blades of grass at my feet
And the small things that crawleth therein;
And I say to myself, ‘wherefore is
man who doeth all this?’

For verily as the things of Heaven and earth
are about me and their greatness thereof,
And these things are the Creation
of life and all mankind therein,

For they speaketh only with the still Voice of Life
That thou may heareth the Divine Voice of God.

by Ernest L. Norman

Excerpt from The Elysium