MUSIC. 1 speak Morn's first breath to the opening flow'rs, War promise of the coining- sun At noon I softly
... MUSIC. 1 speak Morn's first breath to the opening flow'rs, War promise of the coining- sun At noon I softly sigh 'midst summer bow'rs, And chant Day's requiem when her course is run. am the gentle voice of murmuring waves, As with slow measured pace they ...