HEAR THE MUSIC OF THE PINES.
Hear the music of the pines— Murmuring through the climbing vines, Sighing through the tree tops high, Floating upward to the sky, Then descending where I lie— Hear the music of the pines!
What sweet thoughts the music brings, What new gladness from it springs— As reclining, in a dream, Watch I, listless, a sunbeam Dancing on the silvery stream— What sweet thoughts the music brings!
Hear the music of the pines! How it 'round my fancy twines— While fragrances of flowers fill All the pulses of my will As I, lingering, linger still— Hear the music of the pines!