The Song of the Viols

it is addressed thusly:

An ode.
it reads:
When futility speaks, men seek silence
And when willing, as votaries of violence
Must miss the music, songs without a word
Under unrest the singing had obscured;
Strike the six strings, else eighty-eight
Ring ruckus out with the harmony of fate
Draw destiny from the lute and the lyre
Perfect pitch pulled from unelemental fire;
Strike out in violins; call forth a chord
The drawing of the bow is the drawing of the sword
Futility speaks, but silence is more strong
Tread down drivel, O Thou militant in song!

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