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James and Mary Ford, eds.  Every Day in the Year.  1902.
 
June 28
To John Boyle O’Reilly
By James Berry Bensel (1856–1886)
 
(Born June 28, 1844)

AS when a man along piano keys
  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,—        5
  So do thy rhythmic songs my soul enfold.
 
  First some sweet love-note, full as it can hold
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,        10
  And dying as receding waves, departs
Leaving us richer by a lusty hoard
      Of noble thoughts.
 
            O poet! would that we
Might strike one note like thine,—but just for thee!        15
 
 
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