Classic Poem

“‘Nevertheless, though sharp the shout,
though loud the voice that echoed there,
a note full new I heard them raise;
to list thereto was blissful joy.
As harpers harp upon their harps,
that new song sang they tunefully,—
a noble theme in clearest notes;
sweetly in chorus they caught the strain.
And e'en before the Throne of God,
and the four beasts that bow to Him,
and the Elders all, so grave of mien,
their song they sang there never the less.