MELODY OF NATURE.
Creation hath no spot so lone,
So wild, and dark, and drear,
But it hath some melodious tone
To charm the listening ear.
So wild, and dark, and drear,
But it hath some melodious tone
To charm the listening ear.
There's music in the streamlet,
That in its gentle flow,
Half lulls to sleep the finny tribe,
That softly glide below.
That in its gentle flow,
Half lulls to sleep the finny tribe,
That softly glide below.
There's music in the ocean—
Its low, deep tones are heard,
When into wild commotion
Its heaving breast is stirred.
Its low, deep tones are heard,
When into wild commotion
Its heaving breast is stirred.
There's music in the mountain rill,
That on its winding way,
Comes bounding o'er the verdant hill,
On some bright summer's day.
That on its winding way,
Comes bounding o'er the verdant hill,
On some bright summer's day.
