On a Fly-Leaf of “Flute and Violin.”

A MASTER-HAND hath swept Life's violin and flute. For him they laughed and wept When others found them mute.

From his high altitude He catches, fine and clear, The notes that might elude A less discerning ear.

Transposing to a lower key The dream-song that he hears, He sets his heavenly melody To human smiles and tears.