Musicians wrestle everywhere - All day - among the crowded air I hear the silver strife - And - waking - long before the morn - Such transport breaks upon 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.
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