Nature Has A Thousand Choirs.

    Nature has a thousand choirs
        Singing in the sylvan shadows,
    And the music of her lyres
        Echoes in the merry meadows;
    Always glad with golden glee
    Sounds her happy melody,
    Swelling wild in fairy measure
    With the songs of purest pleasure.

    Where the dancing fountains play
        Winding warbles shake and shiver,
    And soft carols rise alway
        From the ripples of the river;
    Sweetest voices fondly call
    From the fleecy waterfall,
    And the joyful chimes are creeping
    Where the lovely lake is sleeping.

    Raptures echo in the wood,
        Where the pimpernel reposes;
    Gladness fills the solitude
        Where the blushes kiss the roses;
    Sunny beam and somber gloom
    Utter hymns from bowers of bloom,
    Where the vernal winds are crying
    And the vocal birds are flying.

    O'er the smiling scenes of earth
        Nature throws no sullen weather;
    All her soul is full of mirth,
        Song and springtime walk together;
    For the harps of happy days
    Wake the woodlands with their lays,
    And where lilies white are springing
    Gentle melodies are ringing.

    O, wild Nature, from thy soul
        Fill the human hearts with gladness,
    Till their lives shall gladly troll
        Songs that banish all their sadness!
    Bathe their breasts with songs of love
    From the Edens found above,
    Till their lips shall sing the story
    Of their happiness and glory!