I love the music of the wave, I love the night wind's song; I love to hear the storm king cheer His frenzied host along; I love all nature's thrilling tones, I love the notes of art— But better far, than all, I love The music of the heart.
I love the tints of beauty laid Softly on leaf or flower; The trembling light that gilds the night, And wraps the midnight hour; I love the sunny warmth and light From the glad sunbeams stole— But better far, than all, I love The beauty of the soul.
I prize all heaven's precious gifts, Laid on the earth or sea; The lowliest flower that decks life's bower Is beautiful to me: I value every ray of light That gleams below—above; But, oh! I value more than these The smiles of those I love.
