. . . And fair the form of music shines,
        That bright, celestial creature,
     Who still, mid war's embattles lines,
        Give this one touch of Nature.
 
               JOHN RANDOLPH THOMSON

  . . . Sister, sing! --
I cannot remember the name
       Or the words
But I think it's the same We listened to hear --
       You know,
       Long ago--
When the window was opened in spring,
       And the air
       Full of birds....
 
         -- Lines as remembered from an old school reader