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There it lies broken, as a shard, —

What breathed sweet music yesterday;

The source, all mute, has passed away

With its masked meanings still unmarred.

But melody will never cease!

Above the vast cerulean sea

Of heaven, created harmony

Rings and re-echoes its release!

So, thin dumb instrument that lies

All powerless, – [with spirit flown,

Beyond the veil of the Unknown

To chant its love-hymned litanies, – ]

Though it may thrill us here no more

With cadenced strain, – in other spheres

Will rise above the vanquished years

And breathe its music as before!

[Louisville Times]