Shapes of Clay
by Ambrose Bierce
A BEQUEST TO MUSIC
A BEQUEST TO MUSIC.
"Let music flourish!" So he said and died.
Hark! ere he's gone the minstrelsy begins:
The symphonies ascend, a swelling tide,
Melodious thunders fill the welkin wide--
The grand old lawyers, chinning on their chins!
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