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THE VIOL TO THE MUSICIAN
(PLAYING ON AN INSTRUMENT MADE IN 1525)
What time the Friar of Wittenberg was boldTo wed his vestal, shaped was I and strung,
And wail of vanquished France around me rung
For captive King and ranks in ruin rolled.
Skill subtler grown, Device of daintier mould,
Thrust me aside, in halls of stillness hung,
Till touch of Genius came, and I had tongue
To tell of love and ruth and triumphs old.
O give me life as I shall give thee praise,
And mates be we through memorable years
By Destiny assigned thee, as I trust.
But when the hand the soul no more obeys,
And from the stage the artist disappears,
Lay me by too, and let me fall to dust.
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