THE Master made a perfect instrument to sound His praise,

It breathed forth glorious notes for many days,—

Chords of great strength, tones of soft melody,

Grand organ anthems—bird-like minstrelsy;

Its final burst of music—the Master’s master-stroke

Fell on the world—and then the spent strings broke.

Mel R. Colquitt.


IN ATLANTA, CHRISTMAS, 1889.