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The earth has music for those who will listen poem

Holmes, Reginald Vincent. "The Magic of Sound." In Fireside Fancies, 1955.

I’ve heard the soft whisper of wind in the pine trees,

The silvery ripple of brooklets at play;

I’ve heard the low voice of a sweet singing mother

As she sang to her child at the end of the day.

I’ve heard the faint rustle of sails in the sunset

And blue waves caressing the wild, rockbound shore;

The whistle of trains as they cross the green prairie

And mountains re-echo the cataract’s roar.

The notes of the organs in ancient cathedrals,

Where hearts of the faithful are lifted in song;

I’ve heard the gay laughter as children were playing,

The chatter and buzz of a large, happy throng.

The earth has its music for those who will listen;

Its bright variations forever abound.

With all of the wonders that God has bequeathed us,

There’s nothing that thrills like the magic of sound.



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