I found this untitled poem in a book I truly love: Earth Prayers (ed. Elisabeth Roberts & Elisa Amidon, 1991). Its last line aspires to a symphony. If I begin humming today, perhaps I’ll reach “symphonic” sometime during the new year. Blessings to all of you!
To live content with small means,
to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion,
to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich,
to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly,
to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart,
to bear all cheerfully,
do all bravely,
in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.
~William Ellery Channing