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Poems (Angier)/Melody of Nature

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4565508Poems — Melody of NatureAnnie Lanman Angier
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.

There's music in the streamlet,
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.

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.

There's music in the evening breeze,
That lightly fans the flowers;
Or rudely shakes the forest trees
In Autumn's gloomy hours.

There's music in the tiny shout,
That tells of childhood's glee,
When the young heart is gushing out
In merry minstrelsy.

The birds and insect throng rejoice,
And sweet the notes they raise,
Thus Nature, with her varied voice,
Echoes her Maker's praise.