Forth sprang the fierce beasts from their lair, Bright feathered songsters fill the air, All nature stirred to centre rang When the celestial song began.

The Lion, monarch of the plain, First tried to imitate the strain, And shaking high his mane he roared, Till beast and bird around him cohered.

The little Linnet tuned her lay, The Lark, in turn, did welcome day, And cooing soft, the timid Dove Did to his mate tell of his love.

Then Eve, the synonym of grace, Drew nearer to the solemn place, And heard the words to music set In tones so sweet, she ne’er forgot.

The anthems from the earth so rare, Higher and higher filled the air, Till Seraphs caught the inspiring strain, And morning stars together sang.