THE MUSICIAN
He clasped his cherished "Strad" till all was. still, Then raised his bow, and with its magic spell Set free the inmates of that narrow cell, The concourse of sweet sounds that rouse and thrill From diapason to the skylark’s trill; Harmonics crystal-clear as fairy bell, Staccaio pearls dropped from one slender shell; Chromatic showers, then frenzied chords until, The storm o’erpast, a still, small voice was heard, Lulling the senses like a dreamless sleep Ind dying in the shadowland of sound. 4 The audience sighed; and when at length they stirred "1 hurricane of plaudits loud and deep Shook the vast building to the very ground.
F. H.
Smith
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Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 28, 22 January 1932, Unnumbered Page
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116THE MUSICIAN Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 28, 22 January 1932, Unnumbered Page
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