The Origin of Song
By Katherine Fernelius Larsen
Man listened, rapt, when storm winds thundered high
And made the forest one vast symphony;
He caught new cadences, when on his ears
First fell the heavy pulsing of the sea.
All these – and slow years added to his cry
A depth and breadth, of pain and sorrow born;
A resignation to embattled life,
A hope of peace for hearts by anguish torn.
Out of his joy, his toil, his need for God,
His grief and pain, through man’s allotted days,
Music, the comforter of man, was born –
Music, the perfect medium of praise!