The Music of Earth
There’s music in the summer breeze,
That sighs along the bow’rs;
There’s music in the hum of bees,
That flit among the flow’rs.
There’s music in the gentle show’r
That patters on the spray;
And music in the bubbling brook
That dances on its way.
There’s music in the rustling leaf,
Before the zephyr’s sigh,
And music in sweet childhood’s laugh,
As it comes ringing by.
There’s music in the warbler’s song,
That trills his matin lay;
And music in the evening breeze,
As soft it dies away.
There’s music in “Old Ocean’s” wave,
That breaks upon the shore;
And music in the tempest’s moan,—
The distant thunder’s roar.
There’s music in the things of earth,
Sweet music that we love;
But oh, there’s music sweeter far
In yon bright world above.
Where angel bands, with golden harps,
Sing loud of sins forgiven;
And praises to a Saviour slain,
Fill the high dome of heaven.