Oh violin, how sweetly
You soothe the pining soul.
How sweet is your dear melody.
How much the strings must know.
How pretty are the birds that sing,
Their music fills the air.
Just one other gift that gives
A present to the ear.
How overwhelming are the blooms
That paint the hills and sides,
The vines that climb the purple cliffs
Where hues and scents collide.
'Tis then the heart is flowing,
'Tis then the soul is free,
'Tis then the air is giddy
With Nature's majesty.
~ James Joseph Huesgen
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