The Music of the Spheres
Sweet doves, voices dripping
From the rustling tips of leaves
Spring comes singing from the trees
Hear the waters chorus
Rivers dancing down the mounts
To wake the loud snoring seas
My own heart, the drum
Throbbing with happiness, shouts
Splashing cataracts of glee
O sweet orchestra
Of love what melody breaks
From God’s great eternity!
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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