Chapter 155 No.155

Now-

Blare it forth, bold C Major! Lift thy brow,

Man, the immortal, that wast never fooled

With gifts no gifts at all, nor ridiculed-

Man knowing-he who nothing knew! As Hope,

Fear, Joy, and Grief,-though ampler stretch and scope

They seek and find in novel rhythm, fresh phrase,-

Were equally existent in far days

Of Music's