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CIX. SEBASTIAN BACH.
Sebastian Bach, when listening to your strain,More wondrous sweet than any words may tell,
I seem to wander through some flowery dell
Where tall, slim trees with many an ivy chain,
Take sun and shade, and songful birds are fain,
And wind-borne rustlings softly fall and swell,
Led by a white-robed angel, who doth dwell
In realms untouched by any mortal stain,
Where through enamelled banks a stream doth stray
Which murmurs soothingly its woodland story;
Until, at last, I reach a fuller day
Made glorious by that blessèd consistory
Of crownèd Spirits who rejoice alway
With psalms that ring through heaven's high clerestory.
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