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 The morning stars together sang And forth a mighty music rang— Not heard by many, save as told Again through magic manifold, By such a few as have to play For others, in the Master's way, The music that the Master made When all the morning stars obeyed.

Atherton played the bishop's pawn While more than one or two looked on; Atherton played this way and that, And many a friend, amused thereat, Went on about his business Nor cared for Atherton the less; A few stood longer by the game, With Atherton to them the same.