602 JAMES CLERK MAXWELL. 



I knew not the glories around me, 

 I counted the world as it seems, 



Till a spirit of melody found me, 



And taught me in visions and dreams. 



II. 



For the sound of a chorus of voices 

 Came gathering up from below, 



And I heard how all Nature rejoices, 

 And moves with a musical flow. 



strange ! we are lost in delusion, 

 Our ways and doings are wrong, 



We are drowning in 1 wilful confusion, 

 The notes of that 2 wonderful song. 



in. 



But listen, what harmony holy 



Is mingling its notes with our own ! 

 The discord is vanishing slowly, 



And melts in that dominant tone. 

 And they that have heard it can never 



Return to confusion again, 

 Their voices are music for ever, 



And join in the mystical strain. 



IV. 



No mortal can 3 utter the beauty 



That dwells 4 in the song that they sing ; 



They move in the pathway of duty, 

 They follow the steps of their King. 



1 would barter the world and its glory, 



That vision of joy to prolong, 

 Or to hear and remember the story 

 That lies in the heart of their song. 



1 v.r. marring with. 2 v r the> 



3 v.r. may. 4 v<n breathes through. 



