Musicians wrestling Everywhere!
All day – among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife –
And waking, long before the morn
Such Transport breaks opon the Town
I think it that ′′new life′′!

It is not Bird – it has no Nest –
Nor ′′Band′′, in Brass and

scarlet drest –
Nor Tamborin – nor Man.
It is not Hymn from pulpit read –
The Morning Stars – the Treble led
On Time′s first Afternoon!

Some say – it is the ′′Spheres′′ at play!
Some say – that bright majority
Of vanished Dames – and Men –
Some think it service in the place
Where we – with late – celestial face –
Please God – shall ascertain!

                                   Emily .