Music is the most harmonious voice in creation;
Let us use it for the glory of God in meditation.
It is poetry without words and rhymes
That lets my emotions write the lines.
Darkness was embracing fields and towns,
And trees had donned their hazy gowns.
They stood - their groping arms spread wide -
While ghostly bushes in shadows spied.
I take my thoughts for leisure walks
Along the winding country road.
With my soul they have reflective talks
About all my senses can behold.