This page has been validated.
24
R. J. T. JEFFERSON.
Ye that have common music with the spheres,
With each soft-singing orb and warbling bird,
And with the sounding sea,
And soughing of the wind!
When little songsters pour their melting lays,
How sweetly do your bird-like warblings rise;
But, in the hush of night,
More earnest tones ye raise.
The sun shall kiss you with his golden beams,
The moon with silver light shall crown you fair;
Sing on, melodious streams,
Sweet music lightens care!
R. J. T. Jefferson.
