Song: What Softer Sounds Are These

Doubt. What softer sounds are these salute the ear,
From the large circle of the hemisphere,
As if the centre of all sweets met here!
Love. It is the breath and soul of every thing,
Put forth by earth, by nature, and the spring,
To speak the welcome, welcome of the king.
Chorus of Affections. The joy of plants, the spirit of flowers,
The smell and verdure of the bowers,
The waters murmur, with the showers,
Distilling on the new fresh hours;
The whistling winds and birds that sing
The welcome of our great, good king:
Welcome, O welcome, is the general voice,
Wherein all creatures practise to rejoice.

Love. When was old Sherwood's head more quaintly curl'd?
Or look'd the earth more green upon the world?
Or nature's cradle more enchased and purl'd?
When did the air so smile, the wind so chime,
As quiristers of season, and the prime?
Doubt. If what they do, be done in their due time.
Cho. of Affections. He makes the time for whom 'tis done,
From whom the warmth, heat, life begun;
Into whose fostering arms do run
All that have being from the sun.
Such is the fount of light, the king,
The heart that quickens every thing,
And makes the creatures language all one voice,
In welcome, welcome, welcome to rejoice:
Welcome is all our song, is all our sound,
The treble part, the tenor, and the ground.