Poems and Reflections from the Bible plus Translations of Russian Christian songs.
Friday, June 1, 2018
Ode to a Grand Piano
Thou still unrivaled form of loveliness,
Thou studied child of rhythm, time, and tune,
Pious monk or learnèd sage can but express
Their bid at earthly beauty but rough-hewn.
What joy there is that lingers round thy form!
Of sight and sound—the pleasure joined at both—
The chords and chorus wed in fervencies.
What joy, what ardor, and what `passioned growth
Enlivens hearts then raptures weave and warm
Upon the striking of thy pleasant keys.
- D. Benning
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