I: Evening Service

Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd

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PERFORMED BY DR. VALPY AT READING SCHOOL

There is a holy magic in that tone,
Can wake from memory's selectest cell
The hour when first upon my heart it fell
Like dew from Heaven:--the years that since have flown
Seem airy dreams;--yet not of self alone
Those sacred strains are eloquent;--they tell
Of numbers temper'd by their simple spell
In boyhood's unreflecting prime to own
Their kindred with their fellows--best of lore!--
Who to this spot, as Persians to the East,
Turn reverential thoughts from every shore
Which holds them; nor forbear, till life has ceased,
With child-like love, a blessing to implore
On thee, great charity's unspotted priest!

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