THE WORLD'S, AND MINE

By Cale Young Rice

The world may hear

The wind at his trees,

The lark in her skies,

The sea on his leas;

May hear Song rise

On words as immortal

As any that sound

Thro’ Heaven's Portal.

But I have a music they can never know —

The touch of you, soul of you, heart of you, Oh!

All else that is said or sung‘ s but a part of you —

Be it forever so!