42 Bird Day Book 



MUSIC ON THE MOUNTAIN TOPS. 



A Pantheon Paean, by Fra Enrico. 



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LET the spirit glow with joy-gleams, 

 And the blossoms bloom from clod 

 Where the soil is soaked with sunbeams 



And the fields are filled with God. 

 Smiling skies and laughing waters 



Lapping ripple-graven rocks ; 

 Gambolling lambs, and Pandean daughters 



Tending folds of fleecy flocks. 

 Flowering wild-woods sing with song-birds 



Madly carrolling mating lays ; 

 Browsing kine and Orphean cow-herds 



Dream through calm, Arcadian days. 

 O'er the breeze-blown, fragrant clover, 



In the soft, sweet-scented sod, 

 Breathe the breath of joy's Jehovah 



Flaunting plumes of goldenrod; 

 Oh, to be a Royal rover 



On those happy hills of God ! 



Wanton winds and gales of gladness, 



Mountain, meadow, glade, and glen — 

 All break forth in merry madness, 



Singing to the sons of men. 

 Sylvan dells, and forest choirs 



Chanting litanies of love ; 

 Gothic-groined, primeval spires, 



Bowered in the blue above. 

 Sunset flame, and night stars shining; 



Brains that burn and breasts that throb. 

 Love's sweet heaven half divining — 



Self means Soul ; and Beauty, God. 

 Lonely hearts that ache with longing, 



Heavy hearts that toil and plod, 

 Watch ye for Life's Daybreak, dawning 



Through Death's mist and Vale of fog; 

 Sing, ye Angels, Mighty Morning! — 



Sunrise gilds those hills of God. 



