Vast harmonies mingled for ever of blessings and curses
Around and about.
In melody filling and thrilling his voice rings out
In strivings splendidly human. Better or worse is
The joy of the poor or the rich, of the lord or the lout;
What sirens ever sang sweeter? What wine of Circe’s,
More quickly dispelled the fumes of a priestly doubt,
Than this of the bay-crowned Man who is flinging his verses
Around and about?
St. James’s Gazette.