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(After He Has Been Extemporizing upon the Musical Instrument of His Invention)
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, / Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, / Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed / Armies of angels that soar, legions of demons that lurk, / Man, brute, reptile, fly, -- alien of end and of aim, / Adverse, each from the other heaven-high, hell-deep removed, -- / Should rush into sight at once as he named the ineffable Name, / And pile him a palace straight, to pleasure the princess he loved!