Music by Bessie Rayner Parkes


Bessie Rayner Parkes 

Sweet melody amidst the moving spheres
Breaks forth, a solemn and entrancing sound,
A harmony whereof the earth's green hills
Give but the faintest echo; yet is there
Music everywhere, and concert sweet!

All birds which sing amidst the forest deep
Till the flowers listen with unfolded bells;
All winds that murmur over summer grass,
Or curl the waves upon the pebbly shore;

Chiefly all earnest human voices raised
In charity and for the cause of truth,
Mingle together in one sacred chord,
And float a grateful incense, up to God.

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