The Music of Nature

The song of Nature is forever,

Her joyous voices falter never;

On hill and valley, near and far,

Attendant her musicians are.

From waterbrook or forest tree

For aye comes gentle melody;

The very air is music blent,

A universal instrument.

When hushed are bird and brook and wind,

Then silence will some measure find,

Still sweeter; as a memory

Is sweeter than the things that be.