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O Music, Art, and Science, hail!
 We greet you now with glad acclaims;
Ye bay-crowned ones! the listening air
 Waits to re-echo with your names;

Waits for your voices ringing clear
 Above this weary, work-day world;
Waits till ye bid fair Truth arise,
 While Error from her throne is hurled!