Rub the church-plate, darn the sacrament-lace,
Clear the desk-velvet of dust.)
Here's your book, younger folks shelve!
Played I not off-hand and runningly,
Just now, your masterpiece, hard number twelve?
Here's what should strike, could one handle it cunningly:
Help the axe, give it a helve!
Page after page as I played,
Every bar's rest where one wipes
Sweat from one's brow, I looked up and surveyed,