Clang on, and let the gold-mouth'd organ tell
Of love and praise devout!
But the crowd's vigorous clamour has a voice
Finer and fuller still;
A passion of goodwill
Rings, to our ears, through all the exuberant noise,
Which the recipient's heart should more rejoice
Than all Cecilia's skill.
So rivals for Apollo's laurel wreath
May loudly strike the lyre,