MUSIC IN HOSPITAL.
The flame of my life burned low th °ught I was all but dead. He has not very far to go! ” Their whispering said. Suddenly over the way, Outswelling the din’of the street, A piano began to play; I found it sweet. Only a halting machine Grinding an elfin tune With whirrings and whangings obscene As a tipsy buffoon; Yet to me it meant rapture and mirth And the endles continuance, after These sorry adventures on Earth— Of beauty and laughter. Then the flame of my life burned stronger, Blowm on by that musical elf, And I settled to stay a while longer Making music myself. —Robert Haven Sehauffler, in the Lyric West.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3869, 8 May 1928, Page 73
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116MUSIC IN HOSPITAL. Otago Witness, Issue 3869, 8 May 1928, Page 73
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