ANGEL MUSIC
Oh, I hear the sweetest music
Floating on the liquid air,
And my mind is lost in fancy—
’Tis my loved one sitting there.
Then I gaze upon her tresses,
Dream of fairy lands,
’Neath the spell of angel music
Played by angel hands.
Joyous thoughts dispel my sadness;
All is joy and mirthsome glee
As her fingers touch the heart notes
With enraptured minstrelsy;
And the earth is more a heaven
Than a barren, struggling strand,
’Neath the strains of angel music
Played by angel hands.
Then she glides to notes of sadness,
And my heart is struck with pain
As she plays some touching ballad
Or o’er some pathetic strain.
Yet the tears I shed are glad ones,
And I know she understands
That I am happy in the music
Played by angel hands.
Thus she runs the gamut over,
Swaying ceaseless to and fro
Till my heart is tuned and chorded
To the love that makes us glow:
Yes, she knows my heart is tempered,
Trebly lost in love’s demands,
In the charm of angel music
Played by angel hands.
Thus our hearts are sealed in union
In those joyous strains of love,
And I hard can wait the closing
My unbounded love to prove:
For I wait to clasp her in my arms
And a kiss—to make demands,—
Small payment for that heavenly music
Played by angel hands.