CHORUS.

(By nymphs and naiads, sylphs and dryads.)

Tripping away,

Blithesome and gay,

Light as the ether above,

Breathing our words

Sweet as the birds,

Sing we the power of love.

Love in its power

Bindeth the flower

Unto the common clod,

Lifting the low

Out of its woe

Up to the bosom of God.

Love in its might

Bindeth the light

Unto the shadow of day,

Flushing the clouds

Whitened like shrouds

Red with the last dying ray.

Love in its dream

Bindeth the stream

Unto the channels of earth,

Lifting the trees

Kissed by the breeze

Into a purer birth.

Heart unto heart

Never to part

Joining the gentle and strong,

Love’s dreaming lyre

Lifts ever higher

Finding responsive a song.

Every one,

Happy or lone,

Deep in the hills of the soul

Sometime shall find

Horn that shall wind

Echoes that endless shall roll.