Long before music was sung by a choir
Long before silver was shaped in the fire
Long before poets inspired the heart
You were the spirit of all that is art

You give the potter the feel of the clay
You give the actor the right part to play
You give the author a story to tell
You are the prayer in the sound of a bell

Praise to all lovers who feel your desire
Praise to all music which soars to inspire
Praise to the wonders of thy artistry
Our divine spirit, all glory to thee

O guiding night
O night more lovely than the dawn
O night that has united
The lover with his beloved
Transforming the beloved in her lover