Belfast OutReach

The Touch of the Master's Hand 'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarely worth while To waste much time on the old violin,    But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folk?" he cried, "Who'll start the bidding for me? "A dollar - a dollar - then two, only two -   "Two dollars, and who'll make it three? "Going for three" - but no - From the room far back, a grey-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, Said, "NOW what am I bid for the old violin?"   And held it up with the bow. "A thousand dollars - and who'll make it two" "Two thousand - and who'll make it three? "Three thousand once - Three thousand twice - "And going - and g