While blending voices gently swing and sway In melodies of love, Whose mighty currents move, With singing near and singing far away; 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 One from the sterile womb of stone Raised children unto God. John B. Tabb. |