The Violin

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Title:     The Violin
Author: Edward Smyth Jones [More Titles by Jones]

Thrice hail the still unconquered King of Song!
For all adore and love the Master Art
That reareth his throne in temple of the heart;
And smiteth chords of passion full and strong
Till music sweet allures the sorrowing throng!
Then by the gentle curving of his bow
Maketh every mellow note in cadence flow,
To recompense the world of all its wrong.
Although the earth is full of cares and throes
That tempt the crimson stream of life to cloy,
Thou mak'st glad hearts and trip'st "fantastic toes,"
And fillest weary souls with mirth and joy--
The soul-entrancing cadence of thy strings
Proclaims thee Song's unconquered "King of kings"!

[The end]
Edward Smyth Jones's poem: Violin

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