Part 4 — ON HEARING A 'TRIO.

'All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame,' Thrilled through the wildering harmonies That from the music came. All soothing sounds of nature blent, In wonderful accord, With pleadings, wild and passionate, From human hearts outpoured. The wailings of the world's sad heart, Oppressed with social wrongs, In mournful monotones were mixed With sounds of angel songs. The falling of a nation's tears O'er Freedom's prostrate form, Dew droppings sweet from starry spheres, Swift-rushing wings of storm. The voices of Time's children three— Past, Present, Future, blent In that wild 'trio's' harmony, Thrilled each fine instrument. And, at the sound, my soul awoke, And saw the dawning clear Of Freedom's coming day illume Earth's clouded atmosphere!