Over his keys the musing organist,
Beginning doubtfully and far away,
First lets his fingers wander as they list,
And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay:
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HAVED LOVED THIS POEM SINCE I WAS IN 6th GRADE I, AM NOW 78 AND STILL LOVE THE READING OF IT.