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.