W. E. Hill Tuscan

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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. What voices hast thou heard, what hands obeyed,<br>What love sustained, what lonely vigils blest,<br>Of those who now arc silent and at rest,<br>Since thy great maker's hand was on thee laid<br>In far Cremona, and thy fabric made,<br>Strong, resonant, of beauty manifest,<br>In delicate amber like a garment drest,<br>A type of perfect art no time can fade.<br>What memories haunt thee of the glorious hour<br>When wakened by a master's hand, thy voice,<br>First thrilled with passionate, heart compelling power,<br>Making thy listeners tremble and rejoice;<br>As the rich tide of music swept along<br>In highest ecstasy of wordless song!