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It lingereth on the ear at night, It haunteth it by day, The spirit of a lonely song That will not pass away; The music, which he left behind, Is of the heart, and of the mind.

How can we honour them enough, Men who bequeath to earth The spiritual and beautiful Which in themselves had birth! Give them life's noblest gift, let fame Shed its long sunshine round their name.