Song

Strike me a note of sweet degrees- Of sweet degrees, Like those in Jewry heard of oíd; Nay, love, íf thou wouldst wholly please, Hokl in thy band a barp of gold, And touch the strings with fingers light But yet with strcngth as David might- As David might. Linger not long in songs of love- In songs of love ; Nor serenades nor wanton ain The deeper soul of music move; Only a solomn measure bears Witb rapturo that snall never cö&se Our spirits to tlie gatea of peace - The gates of peace. So feei I when Francesca sings - Francesca sings; My thoughts mount upward; I am dead To every sense of vulgar things. And on celestial highways tread Witb prophete of the olden time, Those müxstrel kings, the raen sublime- Greatmen sublime.