"Let them stay! such strains seraphic mortal beings can but heed!"
Have you heard their wondrous music? Have you felt their sweet control?
If not, friend, you've scarcely sounded half the mysteries of your soul!
Amy, soul-enrapturing artist, sweetly sounds the soft prelude.
And beneath her skilfull fingers every note, with life imbued.
Stills the throng, whose very silence is an encore loud and deep.
And each thought, save that of music, is forgotten or asleep.
Katherine's rich and full suprano, like the Autumn's mellow morn.
Wakes the slumbering soul to action like the practiced huntsman's horn!
Mamie's soft, melodious voice nobly takes the second part.