Part 3 — THE HUMAN VOICE.

We all love the music of sky, earth and sea— The chirp of the cricket—the hum of the bee— The wind-harp that swings from the bough of the tree— The reed of the rude shepherd boy: All love the bird-carols when day has begun, When rock-fountains gush into song as they run, When the stars of the morn sing their hymns to the sun, And hills clap their hands in their joy. All love the invisible lutes of the air— The chords that vibrate to the hands of the fair— Whose minstrelsy brightens the midnight of care, And steals to the heart like a dove: But even in melody there is a choice, And, though we in all her sweet numbers rejoice, There's none thrills the soul like the tones of the voice, When breathed by the beings we love.