LINES FOR MUSIC.

Loud wind, strong wind, where art thou blowing?

Into the air, the viewless air,

To be lost there:

There am I blowing.

Clear wave, swift wave, where art thou flowing?

Unto the sea, the boundless sea,

To be whelm'd there:

There am I flowing.

Young life, swift life, where art thou going?

Down to the grave, the loathsome grave,

To moulder there:

There am I going.