Let me go where'er I will
I hear a sky-born music still :
It sounds from all things old ,
It sounds from all things young,
From all that's fair...
Peals out a cheerfull song ,
It is not only in the rose ,
It is not only in the bird ,
Not only where the rainbow glows ,
Nor in the song of women heard ,
But in the darkest , meanest things
There always , always something sings .
'Tis not in the high stars alone ,
Nor in the cups of budding flowers ,
Nor in the redbreast's mellow tone ,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers ,
But in the mud and scum of things
There always , always something sings .
Ralph Waldo Emerson
