Thought for the Day 10/25/2024
Friday Tale - Touch of the Master's Hand 'T was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, BUT he held it up with a smile; “what am I bidden, good folks?” He cried, “who’ll start the bidding for me? A dollar - one dollar - then two, only two - Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? 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. The music ceased and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, ...