No school house feast could glow without their chime—
Their choral gems and jocund roundelay.
And over many snowy miles we’d swing
To hear these two declaim, debate, or sing.
Its violin players were hard to beat:
Whoe’er heard Clark Stewart play “The Mocking Bird”
At spelling schools, they heard a heavenly treat:
To be enraptured was but to have heard.
Here, likewise, too, held voluptuous sway
The Schumacher dulcet stringed orchestra.