Be       a       voice,       sky,       Be       a       voice,       sky,       Be       a       voice,       skyBe       music,       night,       That      her       sleep       may       go       Where       angels       have       their       pale       tall       choirs       Be       a       hand,       sea,       That       her       dreams       may       watchThat       her       beauties       may       be       counted And       the       stars       will       tilt       their       quiet       faces      Into       the       mirror       of       her       loveliness      Be       a       road,       earth, That       her       walking       may       take       thee       Be       music,       night,       That      her       sleep       may       go       Where       angels       have       their       pale       tall       choirs       Be       a       hand,       sea,       That       her       dreams       may       watchThat       her       beauties       may       be       counted And       the       stars       will       tilt       their       quiet       faces      Into       the       mirror       of       her       loveliness      Be       a       road,       earth, That       her       walking       may       take       thee Be       music,       night,       That      her       sleep       may       go       Where       angels       have       their       pale       tall       choirs       Be       a       hand,       sea,       That       her       dreams       may       watchThat       her       beauties       may       be       counted And       the       stars       will       tilt       their       quiet       faces      Into       the       mirror       of       her       loveliness      Be       a       road,       earth, That       her       walking       may       take       thee Where       the       towns       of       heaven       lift       their       breathing       spires       O       be       a       world       and       a       throne,       God,      That       her       living       may       find       its       weather And       the       souls       of       ancient       bells       in       a       child's       book       Shall       lead       her       into       thy       wondrous       house