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Four years ago Mr. Sullivan requested me to write a little song-cycle, German fashion, for
him to exercise his art upon.
He had been very successful in setting such old songs as “Orpheus
with his lute,” and I drest up for him, partly in the old style, a puppet whose almost only merit is,
perhaps, that it can dance to Mr. Sullivan's instrument.
I am sorry that my four-year-old puppet
should have to dance at all in the dark shadow of these days; but the music is now completed,
XI. MARRIAGE MORNING.
Light, so low upon earth,