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Madeline

With other poems and parables: By Thomas Gordon Hake

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II. ON MUSIC.

Beyond the spheres, dwellers in harmony,
To whom the instincts of the heart incline,
A silent ocean inundates the sky,
Choirless the waves, yet not the less divine.
Though suns, the rolling-stock of heaven, may glow,
As well becomes the bearers of the light,
No other music of the spheres they know
Save concert in the work of day and night.
Music belongs to man, its empire here:
It is the living word attuned to love,
And holds the soul of man to be its sphere,
Though only Heaven can all its rapture move.
When mortals sing the worlds above are mute,
They gather in the anthem's mingled shout,
They weave the notes, they shape the stringless lute,
And vibrate softly to the sounds devout.
Then Lyra's constellated embers burn,
And look below on earth with envious eye
As the soul's echoes to sad music turn,
And serenade the ear of Deity.