On a Fly-Leaf of “Flute and Violin.”

A MASTER-HAND hath swept

Life's violin and flute.

For him they laughed and wept

When others found them mute.

From his high altitude

He catches, fine and clear,

The notes that might elude

A less discerning ear.

Transposing to a lower key

The dream-song that he hears,

He sets his heavenly melody

To human smiles and tears.