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TRIKE the concertina's melancholy string! Blow the spirit-stirring harp like anything!
 * Let the piano's martial blast
 * Rouse the Echoes of the Past,

For of I sing!

Of, who amid Tartaric scenes, Wrote a lot of ballet-music in his teens:
 * His gentle spirit rolls
 * In the melody of souls—

Which is pretty, but I don't know what it means.