Posted by Admin on 23 February 2008, 12:00 am
Sing on, O voice, thy notes inspire
a mind athirst for joyous sound;
while mourned by some celestial choir,
be thou with earthly laurels crowned;
sing on, the ear will never tire
when magic harmonies abound.
Sing on, no eulogy of mine
can half describe thy timbre rich;
or laud in full thy easy climb,
from lowest note to highest pitch;
sing on, such talent stands sublime,
assured of Fame’s exclusive niche.
T. C. Hudson
14th August 1939
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council