There’s Music in the Air

There’s music in the air,
When the infant morn is high
And faint its blush is seen
On the bright and laughing sky.

Many a harp’s ecstatic sound
With the thrill of joy profound,
While we list enchanted there
To the music in the air.

There’s music in the air
When the noontide’s sultry beam
Reflects a golden light
On the distant mountain stream.

When beneath some grateful shade
Sorrow’s aching head is laid
Sweetly to the Spirit there
Comes the music in the air.