Andante. THE VOICE OF MUSIC. FROM THE AMERICAN SCHOOL MUSIC BOOK CECCELLE 1. Hark! soft mu-sic now is swel-ling, Pleasure's gayest dream excelling, 2. Come,and join the gen-tle mea-sure, Themes of kindest feeling treasure. Ev'ry pain-ful thought controlling, Purest bliss to prove. E'er shall find its charms forsak-ing, Hearts that music swells. JIE My home was at the base of a beautiful mountain; beautiful indeed, to me, and admired by others less interested. That grand, old mount, dressed in its summer suit of blue and green, was the first great object which met my infant eye. It was, and is, the genius of my home. Many are the lessons I have learned while gazing at its hoary summit. I have watched it as the sun first dawned upon its rugged top, and gradually came down with its cheering rays to enliven our happy home. I have seen it as it glowed in the crimson sunset, and my heart has melted with gratitude to God for the blessed prospect. Again, when the hush of night was on the hills, and it was bathed in the pure light of the moon, with the myriads of gems that stud the blue canopy, I have drunk in rich lessons of celestial wisdom. There was a small lake in front of our cottage door, and I do not believe Scotia has a more glassy one. With that, too, are associated many happy hours. While watching its silvery surface, I have thought much of life of the past, the present, and dared even to lift the dark curtain of the future. I do believe, had I been born in poverty, and nursed in wretchedness — had I been visited with affliction, and had it been my lot to drink the cup of sorrow to its dregs, I should have been a happy, joyous child. The goodness of my heavenly Father was penciled in every thing around. I saw it |