Where is thy dwelling-place? Echo of sweetness, <br /> Seraph of tenderness, where is thy home? <br />Angel of happiness, herald of fleetness, <br /> Thou hast the key of the star-blazon'd dome. <br /> Where lays that never end <br /> Up to God's throne ascend, <br />And our fond heart-wishes lovingly throng, <br /> Soaring with thee above, <br /> Bearer of truth and love, <br />Teacher of heaven's tongue -- Spirit of Song! <br /> <br />Euphony, born in the realms of the tearless, <br /> Mingling thy notes with the voices of Earth; <br />Wanting thee, all would be dreary and cheerless, <br /> Weaver of harmony, giver of mirth. <br /> Comfort of child and sage, <br /> With us in youth and age, <br />Soothing the weak and inspiring the strong, <br /> Illuming the blackest night, <br /> Making the day more bright, <br />Oh! thou art dear to us, Spirit of Song! <br /> <br />Oft in the springtime, sweet words of affection <br /> Are whispered by thee in thy tenderest tone, <br />And in the winter dark clouds of dejection <br /> By thee are dispelled till all sorrow has flown. <br /> Thou'rt with the zephyrs low, <br /> And with the brooklet's flow, <br />And with the feathered choir all the year long; <br /> Happy each child of thine, <br /> Blest with thy gifts divine, <br />Charming our senses, sweet Spirit of Song!<br /><br />James Brunton Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirit-of-song/
