Prof. T. A. Jeffers.
An Orpheus true amid the throng
Of music loving mortals;
He fills us with a new born hope,
And with his music lifts us up
Nearer the pearly portals.
No sweetly singing siren he,
Who with seductive minstrelsy,
Allures but to destroy;
The concord of his heavenly strains,
Like angel songs on Bethlehem's plains,
Fills hearts with rapturous joy.
There's music in his form and face,
The harmony of celestial grace,
The poetry of motion;
His voice is sometimes soft and low,
As when the vesper breezes blow,
Then thunders like the ocean.
Go on, thou Son of Song and Love,
Make earth more like the world above
Where music is divine;
And may the joy thou dost impart
To many a weary, drooping heart,
Be ever richly thine.
__J. M. Cavaness.
Poems by Two Brothers
A. A. B. Cavaness & J. M. Cavaness
(Chetopa: J. M. Cavaness and Son. 1896)