Greek’s a harp we love to hear;
Latin is a trumpet clear;
Spanish like an organ swells;
Italian rings its bridal bells;
France, with many a frolic mien,
Times her sprightly violin;
Loud the German rolls his drum,
When Russia’s clashing cymbals come-
But Britain’s sons may well rejoice,
For English is the human voice!
These, with eastern basses far,
Form the world’s great orchestra.
(Ernest Jones)
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