SONG FROM "FANNY." BY F. G. HALLECK. YOUNG thoughts have music in them, love And happiness their theme; And music wanders in the wind That lulls a morning dream. There's music in the forest leaves, Has music in his song, and in The fluttering of his wing. SONG. There's music in the dash of waves, When the swift bark cleaves their foam; There's music heard upon her deck The mariner's song of home When moon and starbeams, smiling, meet, At midnight, on the sea; And there is music once a week In Scudder's balcony. But the music of young thoughts too soon Is faint, and dies away, And from our morning dreams we wake To curse the coming day. And childhood's frolic hours are brief, And oft, in after years, Their memory comes to chill the heart, To-day the forest leaves are green; They'll wither on the morrow, And the maiden's laugh be changed, ere long, Come with the winter snows, and ask Where are the forest-birds; The answer is a silent one, More eloquent than words. |