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THE FESTIVAL OF PEACE: THE ORCHESTRA by NATHAN HASKELL DOLE

First Line: NOW SHALL THE ORGAN BE ROUSED TO ITS UTMOST PASSION OF POWER
Last Line: DRUMS AND CYMBALS AND HARPS — ALL FILL THEIR ELOQUENT PARTS.
Subject(s): BANDS; MUSIC & MUSICIANS; ORCHESTRAS;

Now shall the organ be roused to its utmost passion of power;
All the winds of the sky shall grant it their opulent dower!
Other instruments, too, shall join in the symphony's maze: —
Flutes with melodious warble learned amid bird-haunted ways;
Sylvan clarinets, the hautboy beloved of the swain;
Passionate violins with hearts keyed to joy and to pain;
Soulful violas with voices for pathos and yearning desire;
'Cellos with generous thoughts as of noble young men that aspire;
Horns whose mellow, deep call sets the huntsman's blood all afire;
Trumpets that ring for strife and animate languishing hearts;
Drums and cymbals and harps — all fill their eloquent parts.



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