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Musicians wrestle everywhere –

All day – among the crowded air

I hear the silver strife –

And – waking – long before the morn –

Such transport breaks opon the town

I think it that “New life”!

It is not Bird – it has no nest –

Nor “Band” – in brass and scarlet – drest –

Nor Tamborin – nor Man –

It is not Hymn from Pulpit read –

The “Morning Stars” the Treble led

On Time’s first Afternoon!

Some – say – it is “the Spheres” – at play!

Some say that bright Majority

Of vanished Dames – and Men!

Some – think it Service in the place

Where we – with late – celestial face –

Please God – shall Ascertain!

1861