Nature Has A Thousand Choirs.

Nature has a thousand choirs             Singing in the sylvan shadows,         And the music of her lyres             Echoes in the merry meadows;         Always glad with golden glee         Sounds her happy melody,         Swelling wild in fairy measure         With the songs of purest pleasure.         Where the dancing fountains play             Winding warbles shake and shiver,         And soft carols rise alway             From the ripples of the river;         Sweetest voices fondly call         From the fleecy waterfall,         And the joyful chimes are creeping         Where the lovely lake is sleeping.         Raptures echo in the wood,             Where the pimpernel reposes;         Gladness fills the solitude             Where the blushes kiss the roses;         Sunny beam and somber gloom         Utter hymns from bowers of bloom,         Where the vernal winds are crying         And the vocal birds are flying.         O'er the smiling scenes of earth             Nature throws no sullen weather;         All her soul is full of mirth,             Song and springtime walk together;         For the harps of happy days         Wake the woodlands with their lays,         And where lilies white are springing         Gentle melodies are ringing.         O, wild Nature, from thy soul             Fill the human hearts with gladness,         Till their lives shall gladly troll             Songs that banish all their sadness!         Bathe their breasts with songs of love         From the Edens found above,         Till their lips shall sing the story         Of their happiness and glory!