What matter if the clatter, and the bang and bump and batter,
Keep but time?
If they're docile to your nod, and obedient to your rod,
The New Conductor's post will be prime!
The Orchestra has doubtless been a little bit at odds,
And what should bring forth harmony has fallen into row;
But, good gracious! there were shines sometimes among the Olympian gods,
And the noisy ones look milk and honey now.
The brazen and the windy both outdid Wagnerian shindy,
For a while;