While blending voices gently swing and sway

In melodies of love,

Whose mighty currents move,

With singing near and singing far away;
Sweet in the glow of morning light,

And sweeter still across the starlit gulf of night.

Music, in thee we float,

And lose the lonely note

Of self in thy celestial-ordered strain,

Until at last we find

The life to love resigned

In harmony of joy restored again;

And songs that cheered our mortal days

Break on the coast of light in endless hymns

of praise.

Henry Van Dyke.

BEETHOVEN AND ANGELO

One made the surging sea of tone
Subservient to his rod:

One from the sterile womb of stone

Raised children unto God.

John B. Tabb.

Angel with Lute

From painting by Melozzo da Forli