GEORGE E. TACK by George E. Tack

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Mar 2, 1911

GEORGE E. TACK

By George E. Tack

Music

GEORGE E. TACK

Or ever morning stars their anthems sang, Or throngs angelic waked the ecstatic lyre, Whose voice sang love’s praise with poesy’s fire, Immortal music’s notes through heaven rang. Eternity its glorious beauty knew, And through its raptured soul the wondrous sound In waves harmonious flowed to time’s brief bound, And to its lovely temple votaries drew.

There life’s great symphonies out-breathed their souls; The listening air, throughout each court and grove, Caught sweetly and flung back the blithe bird bliss; The bell-toned fountain laughter; pealing rolls Of thunder-clouds. Lo, music is but this: Sweet echoes of the rhythmic pulse of love.

Baltimore, Md.