Nature's Music.

Of many gifts bestowed on earth         To cheer a lonely hour,     Oh is there one of equal worth         With music's magic power?     'Twill charm each angry thought to rest,         'Twill gloomy care dispel,     And ever we its power can test, -         All nature breathes its spell.     There's music in the sighing tone         Of the soft, southern breeze     That whispers thro' the flowers lone,         And bends the stately trees,     And - in the mighty ocean's chime,         The crested breakers roar,     The wild waves, ceaseless surge sublime,         Breaking upon the shore.     There's music in the bulbul's note,         Warbling its vesper lay     In some fair spot, from man remote,         Where wind and flowers play;     But, oh! beyond the sweetest strain         Of bird, or wave, or grove     Is that soother of our hours of pain -         The voice of those we love.     When sorrow weigheth down the heart         The night birds sweetest lay -     The harp's most wild and thrilling art -         Care cannot chase away;     But let affection's voice be heard,         New springs of life 'twill ope, -     One word - one little loving word -         Will bring relief and hope.