WOOD NOTES WILD. 3 



" The songs of Nature never cease, 

 Her players sue not for release. 

 In nearer fields, on hills afar, 

 Attendant her musicians are : 

 From water brook or forest tree, 

 For aye comes gentle melody, 

 The very air is music blent 

 An universal instrument." 



Even inanimate things have their music. Listen to 

 the water dropping from a faucet into a bucket partially 

 filled: 



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I have been delighted with the music of a door as it 

 swung lazily on its hinges, giving out charming tones 

 resembling those of a bugle in the distance, forming 

 pleasing melodic strains, interwoven with graceful slides 



