THE ORGAN".
4* _ Canst thou not feel my life, liko restless fire, Keen to mount upward, pulsing with desire ? Canst thou not hear the wild, sweet melody Beating its bofflod wings disconsolately 'Gainst tho harsh dissonances? Oh, let me go! ] was not borno for measures soft and low Of flutes and droning hautboys — let the throats Of thrilling trumpets peal their loudest notes; Lot tho great diapason swell the Eound Whilo thn deep bass with thundor shakos the ground ! Lo! how uiy spirit revels in its might, And floods the daik old minsters with a light That prleaim on arch and column, tomb and shrine And piclumd taints that from quaint windnwh shine. In robes iranpfigured— ah, what heavenly dower ! Cease, tmtnbling organ^t, and own my pun or ! — Taleott iMincr Bank* From "Music Tiitimpliant " Two very ladaverous-lnoking tramps looked in .it (be window of ,i ldihniy s.hihi'n w hev«< .1 tel°piMph oporntor t>'il -it his key. "S,<y, pairlnpr." uiie nf theiii siid in vr,-y husky voup, "joport ,» '■•ouyjlo 0' emutica aoiu' Last,."
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Evening Post, Volume LXXIV, Issue 150, 21 December 1907, Page 13
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172THE ORGAN". Evening Post, Volume LXXIV, Issue 150, 21 December 1907, Page 13
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