God placed within the soul of rain The seed of music, a refrain Of tapping, tinkling, drumming sounds To lull the nights' unsleeping rounds. He spun across the summer breeze An unseen robe of litanies. He even sprinkled through the grass Murmurs to greet you as you pass. He planned the trees and shaped them so Their chants, like rills of love would flow. He fixed the hills, that do not sing, With encore power for echoing, And sifted on to every stream The golden sand of music's dream. In every billow, ripple, he Enshrined some dash of melody. Then God, to make the thing complete, Gave man a spirit that should beat In harmony with every strain Of bird-note, river, tree or rain. This, in the heart divinely curled, Is the vast chain that binds the world. Oh, it will live, when break these ties, On angel lips in Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE EVE OF BANNOCKBURN by JOHN BARBOUR THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT IN A ROSE GARDEN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) |