ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (30)

    "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 throng And bring to me their Glory-song：

    Ah Music, thou and I above the World May dwell where heaven with shining song is pearled！

    While Sun and Moon and all the planets roll I'll love thee, Music, language of my soul！

    Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly, Spark of the sky！