Paderewski

First It was the hum o: bees, 1 Thetfthe wind through forest trees. Note of binl, and waters flowing, Lovely fragrance, sweet things growiug, When PaderewBki played. Sorrow iled.nnd Hope returned, Ambition on the altar burned. It was uot day, it was not night, But the worlci was filled with goldeu light When I'uderewski nlnred