“I have no method,” said the Reverend Lowry with a shy smile. He seems not to have regarded himself as a great artist, though he gave all his considerable talents and his energy to his work as a preacher and a composer and compiler of hymns. “Sometimes the music comes and the words follow, fitted insensibly to the melody.” He’d then scribble the word…
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