Henderson Daily Dispatch

Miss:

Is there any song or soothing
As the wind among the trees?
Any melody more haunting
Than the murmur of the bees
As they hover o'er the clover
When the day is nearly over?
In the nightingale's soft trilling
Dulcimer and harp, commingle.
Sweetest note of magic flute.
With the wood-winds and the lute.
The accompaniment orchestral!
In name most celestial!
Hear the duet, flowing, free.
Where the brooklet joins the river
Swelling to a loud crescendo
When the river meets the sea.
Mighty billows shout in chord
Oratorios sonorous,
In the woods, the little brown things
Sing at work and think it play.
And the leaves and waving grasses
Practice humming all the day.
While in marsh
and hedge
and
thicket
Claps the frog
and chirps the
cricket
But of all the sweetest music,
If I had to make a choice
That melody exquisite
In a happy, human voice.
Melody to heaven ascending
In joy and love and beauty blending,
In it, range and power unending.
—AM. Bartholomew.