TO MUSIC“Music, the language, the atmosphere of the Soul.”Fly back where Melodies like lilies grow,My weary heart is bending low;Fly higher yet to joyful realms above,Where holy Angels dwell in love.Fly higher still and hear the Angel throngAnd bring to me their Glory-song:Ah Music, thou and I above the WorldMay dwell where heaven with shining song is pearled!While Sun and Moon and all the planets rollI’ll love thee, Music, language of my soul!Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly,Spark of the sky!MAUDE GORDON-ROBY
“Music, the language, the atmosphere of the Soul.”
Fly back where Melodies like lilies grow,My weary heart is bending low;Fly higher yet to joyful realms above,Where holy Angels dwell in love.Fly higher still and hear the Angel throngAnd bring to me their Glory-song:Ah Music, thou and I above the WorldMay dwell where heaven with shining song is pearled!While Sun and Moon and all the planets rollI’ll love thee, Music, language of my soul!Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly,Spark of the sky!
MAUDE GORDON-ROBY