SOFTLY through my soul to-night Flows a mystical delight, -- Flows a mellow, pleasant light, Softly, gently beaming; And the sweetest music floats, As from distant angel throats, Swelling with seraphic notes For a soul that's dreaming. Tender eyes that seem to glow With a love that angels show, Far too deep for man to know, On me now are beaming; And my soul in sweet surprise, Calmly resting, gently lies, Gladdened by these tender eyes -- Ah! I'm merely dreaming. |