QUESTION NOT.
Oh, there are moments when the spirit swings
Far from restraining hands of earth and time,
And in some finer, more ethereal clime
Outspreads its quivering, rosy-tinted wings;
There Hope untamed beside it soars and sings,
And all the liquid bells of Fancy chime,
And earth's harsh measures smooth themselves to
rhyme,
And Joy with old and new enchantment springs.
Oh, question not such moments, nor dispel
Their ministry by cold and captious doubt.
We are too worldly-wise and critical—
Too little used to let our music out.
To earth-bound souls becomes inaudible
The heavenly music hovering about.