Stránka:tales 1905.djvu/149

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The wise men say each growing thing in nature has a sound:
But for our dullness, we might hear sweet music all around;
I mean not simply birds and rills, but trees, flowers, mosses, too,
Are making music exquisite as is their form and hue.
So when you see the lily’s seal with all its chime of bells.
Think you how sweet must be the peal their little tinkle tells.
Our dull ears miss the strains, but here is one to make them reach us.
With finer ears and silver throat, the lily chime to teach us.
The Veery in the self-same shade translates the lily’s ringing,
“Ah, weary, weary, weary rest,” both thrush and bush are singing.