Like Goddess Minerva so it is said

Liszt sprang fully armed from Jupiter's head.

Master of every silvery note

Of the hum of the bee or the human throat.

Ere he was nine, on the ladder of fame

He climbed, never stumbling and never once lame,

Until he had reached the rung at the top

When Death interfered with "Time now to stop."

Wealth flowed to this genius from his symphonies

His teachings, his concerts, and grand rhapsodies.

And as he went lauded on many a tour

He scattered his money to those who were poor.

Neat in his dress and with manners polite

Courting sweet friendship, avoiding a fight,

This great man was loved by one and by all,

The rich and the poor and the great and the small.