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/ Master of human harmonics, where gong / And harp and violin and flute accord; / Each instrument confessing you its lord, / Within the deathless orchestra of Song. / Albeit at times your music may sound wrong / To our dulled senses, and its meaning barred / To Earth's slow understanding, never marred / Your message brave: clear, and of trumpet tongue. / Poet-revealer, who, both soon and late, / Within an age of doubt kept clean your faith, / Crying your cry of "With the world all's well! " / How shall we greet you from our low estate, / Keys in the keyboard that is life and death, / The organ whence we hear your music swell?