  (After hearing him play at Boston Music Hall in 1888.) O marvellous child, a temple where in ease Expectant Genius dwells, while lingering here On earth to fit us for the heavenly sphere, Dost feel awe-struck to know thou hast the keys To new and wondrous unheard harmonies? O favored boy, marked out to be the peer Of those who in all ages God's voice hear, Hushed are our souls before what thy soul sees! Guard tenderly, O earth, O sky, O fates, This precious earthly temple of Art's shrine! Soul loss, ne'er hinder Genius' wise design To have full sway—as she anticipates— In working out, in time, her laws divine. |
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