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Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
Hark! the numbers soft and clear Gently steal upon the ear; Now louder, and yet louder rise, And fill with spreading sounds the skies; Exulting in triumph now swell the bold notes, In broken air, trembling, the wild music floats. ALEXANDER POPE.