AT THE WALCKER DINNER UPON THE <br />COMPLETION OF THE GREAT ORGAN <br />FOR BOSTON MUSIC HALL IN 1863 <br /> <br />I ASKED three little maidens who heard the organ play, <br />Where all the music came from that stole our hearts away: <br />'I know,' - said fair-haired Edith,-'it was the autumn breeze <br />That whistled through the hollows of all those silver trees.' <br />'No, child!' ' said keen-eyed Clara, it is a lion's cage, <br />They woke him out of slumber, I heard him roar and rage.' <br />'Nay,' answered soft-voiced Anna, ''t was thunder that you heard, <br />And after that caine sunshine and singing of a bird.' <br />' Hush, hush, you little children, for all of you are wrong,' <br />I said, 'my pretty darlings, it was no earthly song; A band of blessed angels has left the heavenly choirs, <br />And what you heard last evening were seraph lips and lyres!'<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-impromptu-ii/
