There's Music in the Air

There's music in the air
When the infant morn is nigh,
When faint its blush is seen
On the bright and laughing sky.
Many a harp's extatic sound,
With its thrill of joy profound,
While we list enchanted there
To the music in the air.

There's music in the air
When the sultry noontide's beam
Reflects a golden light
On the distant mountain stream.
When beneath some grateful shade
Sorrow's aching head is laid,
Sweetly to the spirit there
Comes the music in the air.

There's music in the air
When the twilight's gentle sigh
Is lost on evening's breeze,
Was its pensive beauties die.
Then O! the loved one is gone,
Wake the pure celestial song;
Angel voices greet us there,
W[?] the music of the air.

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