All come to attend her. Like a queen enthroned She sits and rules the realms she long has owned, And sways the willing sense, the aspiring soul, Where thousands bow before her sweet con trol. Ah, greater than all words of mine can say, The heights, the depths, the glories, of that sway. No mortal tongue can bring authentic speech Christopher P. Cranch. MUSIC Take of the maiden's, of the mother's sigh, Of childhood's dream, the hope and peace that bless Old age; take of the lover's kiss, caress, Of roses, of the south wind's tenderness, that tress The willow-banks where brooks run stillest by; Take of the blissful lisping of young Spring, Take of the last faint, pleading grief of Fall, Of joy and woe that sleep and waking bring, The costliest offerings of the great, the small: Now, pour into the empty soul each thing, And let the Finger touch that moveth all. John Vance Cheney. SISTERS OF MUSIC "Who sings?" said the Spirit of Music, And smiled on her peers: "Sweet Sorrow, sing Thou!" Sorrow an "Bright Hope, give a tongue to the poems I read in thine eyes." Hope answered, "My thoughts are all clouded, And lost in the skies." "Then Joy, put thy mouth to the bugle! Calm creature, she sleeps in the sunshine, But hush! a soft sound stealeth onwards, Ah, I find that the Song that is sweetest Bryan W. Procter ("Barry Cornwall"). MUSICA TRIONFANTE In the storm, in the smoke, in the fight, I come To bring thee strength with my bugle and drum. My name is Music, and when the bell Rings for the dead man, I rule the knell; |