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A Theory

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Parent Issue
Day
18
Month
January
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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tfhy do the violius shudder so Whn across them is drawn the bow, Kob for anguish and wild deepalr? Human souls are imprisoned there. Souls are shut in the violins. They ara the souls of Philistines, But the Philistines, row on row, Soulless ait, and they do not know. But they brandish their eyeglasses, Stare at each other's evening dress, Scrntinize form or brilliant hue, Hay. --Is it rouge, or is it true?" "Some one wks f.at a B(;mitone, A:id how stout thu soprano's grcwnl Isn't the basa a di ;rí' And, oh. Do look at Mrs. So-and-sol" Still the mceiciana play ePTeno, As thonjjh Philistines had not been, But t:-, ■;-. .souls in the violius Mourn on bitterly for tlieir sin. Culi them wllály and cali in pain, Cali them with longing deep and vain, And with infinite tmderness, Sinco 'dvy can givu tht'in no redress, Since not one of them ík aware Here is he, and his soul is there In the mnsie's divincst chord, Mailing nielody to the Lord. So how ofton in Hfe and art !il and body must dwt-11 apart. Grsat is the Master's soul, no doubt. Twenty Phillstinea go without. Are we body, or are we soul? LittiB matter cpon the whole. Human sou] in tho violin. Save me at last. a PhilistiTii

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News