Lines in Pleasant Places Rhythmics of many moods and quantities. Wise and otherwise |
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[Conductor Gilmore lay in sleep] |
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[Conductor Gilmore lay in sleep]
Conductor Gilmore lay in sleep,Calmly lay in slumber deep,
When, rattling through the concave high,
Broke the thunder of the sky.
Gilmore, in his dreaming, heard,
And his inmost soul was stirred,
For he saw before him stand
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With fiddlers, trumpeters, here come,
And ophicleide and kettle drum,
Shouting, and sounding of 'em all
In the great Peace Festival.
His soul to the occasion rose;
His baton moved with rapid blows;
His blazing eye with fervor burned
As this and t'other way it turned;
When, as there came a heavier crash,
As though the world had gone to smash,
He shouted with an eager face,
Don't bear so heavy on the bass!
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