HE the great World-Musician at whose stroke
The stars of morning into music broke:
He from whose Being Infinite are caught
All harmonies of light, and sound, and thought,--
Once in each age, to keep the world in tune
He strikes a note sublime. Nor late, nor soon,
A god-like soul,--music and passion's birth,--
Vibrates across the discord of the earth
And sets the world aright.
O, these are they
Who on men's hearts with mightiest power can play,--
The master-poets of humanity,
Sent down from heaven to lift men to the sky.