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A Song for Saint Cecilia’s Day

January 17th, 2013 by G.

When the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky.

Thus Dryden.

The whole poem looks very much like the creation scenes in Tolkien’s Silmarillion or Lewis’s The Magician’s Nephew.

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