Page:A Treasury of South African Poetry.djvu/50

 Ye that have common music with the spheres,

With each soft-singing orb and warbling bird,

And with the sounding sea,

And soughing of the wind!

When little songsters pour their melting lays,

How sweetly do your bird-like warblings rise;

But, in the hush of night,

More earnest tones ye raise.

The sun shall kiss you with his golden beams,

The moon with silver light shall crown you fair;

Sing on, melodious streams,

Sweet music lightens care! R. J. T. Jefferson.