The morning stars together sang

And forth a mighty music rang

Not heard by many, save as told

Again through magic manifold,

By such a few as have to play

For others, in the Master ' s way,

The music that the Master made

When all the morning stars obeyed.

Atherton played the bishop ' s pawn

While more than one or two looked on;

Atherton played this way and that,

And many a friend, amused thereat,

Went on about his business

Nor cared for Atherton the less;

A few stood longer by the game,

With Atherton to them the same.

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