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" And now your gold," the player cried, 

 " While love is master of your mood;" 



He bowed, and turned, and slipped aside. 

 And vanished in the multitude. 



And all the people flocked at that. 

 The money like a torrent rolled, 



Until the grey old battered hat 



Was bursting to the brim with gold. 



And loudly, as the giving grew, 



The question rose on every part. 



If any named or any knew 



The stranger with so great a heart. 



Or what the moving wonder meant, 

 Such playing never heard before ; 



A lady from her carriage leant. 



And murmured softly, " It was Spohr." 



