If you protest, for they will say
“We have the right to, if we pay
Each for a seat, and chat away in time with the conductor’s baton.”
Oft that October day I see—delightful month, June’s elder sister;
The splendid Hall was opened, and a poem read by Owen Wister
(So kind the Muse, ’twas plain to see in Philadelphia he had kissed her).
Missa Solennis, then, in B,
Proud to be in such company
Of fair-clad girls, and panoply of bright new paint without a blister.
Nowhere on this broad earth, I grant, is music played to such perfection;