But at last when the Christmastide rings in the
skies
There’ll be some queer quavers in fair Para-
dise,
For an humble old spirit will calmly allow
“I reckin I’ll give ’em that horn solo now.”
Up there we are certain there’s no one to carp
Because Obadiah won’t tackle a harp—
Seraphs and cherubs will hush their refrain
When a new note of praise intermingles its