Orpheus with his Lute Made Trees
Lines:12Movement:English Renaissance
Orpheus with his lute made trees,And the mountain tops that freeze,Bow themselves, when he did sing:To his music plants and flowersEver sprung; as sun and showersThere had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play,Even the billows of the sea,Hung their heads, and then lay by.In sweet music is such art,Killing care and grief of heartFall asleep, or hearing, die.
