The Violin
and the auctuoneer
Thought it scarcely worth his
while to waste much time
on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good folks,"
then, "two! only two?
Two dollars and who'll make it
three?" "Three dollars, once
three dollars, twice,
Going for three - " but, no,
From the room, far back,
a gray-haired man
Came forward and
picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust
from the old violin,
And
tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody,
pure and sweet,
As a caroling angel sings.
and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was
quite and low, Said,
"What am i bid
for the old violin?"
And he held it
up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars, and
who'll make it two?
Two thousand!And
who'll make it three?
Three thousand once,
three thousand twice,
And going, and gone,
" he said.
The people cheered,
but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?"
Swift came the reply:
"The touch of the master's hand."
with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to
the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.
a glass of wine,
A game - he travles on.
He is "going"
and almost "gone"
and the foolish crowd
Can never quite understand
The worth of a soul and
the change that's wrought
By the touch of
the master's hand.
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