There’s music in the forest-stream,
As it plays thro’ the deep ravine,
Where never summer’s breath or beam
Has pierced its woodland screen.
There’s music in the thundering sweep
Of the mountain waterfall,
As its torrents struggle, and foam and leap
From the brow of its marble wall.
There’s music in the dawning morn,
Ere the lark his pinion dries—
’Tis the rush of the breeze thro’ the dewy corn—
Thro’ the garden’s perfumed dyes.
There’s music on the twilight cloud
As the clanging wild swans spring,
As homewards the screaming ravens crowd,
Like squadrons upon the wing.
There’s music in the depth of night,
When the world is still and dim,
And the stars flame out in their pomp of light,
Like thrones of the cherubim!
FLORAL DIRECTORY.
Banded Amaryllis. Amaryllis vittata.
Dedicated to St. Zephyrinus.