"Music, the language, the atmosphere of the Soul."FLY back where Melodies like lilies grow, My weary heart is bending low;Fly higher yet to joyful realms above, Where holy Angels dwell in love.
Fly higher still and hear the Angel throng And bring to me their Glory-song:
Ah Music, thou and I above the World May dwell where heaven with shining song is pearled!
While Sun and Moon and all the planets roll I'll love thee, Music, language of my soul!
Music-lark from on high, song that doth fly, Spark of the sky!
