To Music

Sweet sounds so dear— Pure timeless tones of gladness— Your melodies bestir my soul to flight— Through darkest night And doleful days of sadness— I thank you for my hope and banished fear, Oh precious music, mine to hear. In sorrow born— From dust to dust we wander, Lamenting, all too late, come winter frost, The springtime lost.— Our lives we vainly squander. The mourning bells do toll for us, forlorn.— Oh may we hark to heaven's horn! Sweet sounds so dear— Pure timeless tones of gladness— Your melodies bestir my soul to flight— Through darkest night And doleful days of sadness— I thank you for my hope and banished fear, Oh precious music, mine to hear. – Harley White [Song Lyrics for 'An die Musik' – Franz Schubert (1797–1828) ]