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A stately and a solemn song, Such as the evening winds prolong In some cathedral aisle, When holy hope and lofty thought, From the soul’s deep recesses brought, Attend the hymn the while.

There mingle with thy glorious strain No common fancies light and vain; Thy spirit was enshrined— Thy chords were thoughts—thy notes were given To all that links this earth with heaven, Musician of the mind!