Here you will find the Poem An Impromptu - II of poet Oliver Wendell Holmes
AT THE WALCKER DINNER UPON THE COMPLETION OF THE GREAT ORGAN FOR BOSTON MUSIC HALL IN 1863 I ASKED three little maidens who heard the organ play, Where all the music came from that stole our hearts away: 'I know,' - said fair-haired Edith,-'it was the autumn breeze That whistled through the hollows of all those silver trees.' 'No, child!' ' said keen-eyed Clara, it is a lion's cage, They woke him out of slumber, I heard him roar and rage.' 'Nay,' answered soft-voiced Anna, ''t was thunder that you heard, And after that caine sunshine and singing of a bird.' ' Hush, hush, you little children, for all of you are wrong,' I said, 'my pretty darlings, it was no earthly song; A band of blessed angels has left the heavenly choirs, And what you heard last evening were seraph lips and lyres!'