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OU asked, dear friend, the other day,

Why still my charméd ear

Rejoiceth in uncultured tone

That old psalm tune to hear?

I've heard full oft, in foreign lands,

The grand orchestral strain,

Where music's ancient master's live,

Revealed on earth again,—

Where breathing, solemn instruments,

In swaying clouds of sound,

Bore up the yearning, trancéd soul,

Like silver wings around;—