James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
June 28To John Boyle OReilly
By James Berry Bensel (18561886)(Born June 28, 1844)
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Trails a slow hand, and then with touch grown bold
Strikes pealing chords, by some great master old
Woven into a gem of melodies,
All full of summer and the shout of seas,—
So do thy rhythmic songs my soul enfold.
Of daintiness, comes like the hum of bees;
Then, rising grandly, thou dost sound a chord
That rings and clamors in the heart of hearts,
And dying as receding waves, departs
Leaving us richer by a lusty hoard
Of noble thoughts.
Might strike one note like thine,—but just for thee!