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O the drum! / There is some / Intonation in thy grum / Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb, / As we hear / Through the clear / And unclouded atmosphere, / Thy palpitating syllables roll in upon the car!
There's a part / Of the art / Of thy music-throbbing heart / That thrills a something in us that awakens with a start, / And in rhyme / With the chime / And exactitude of time, / Goes marching on to glory to thy melody sublime.