From N. Vertucci, the last part of a charming story in verse:
For sung by cantor or schola cantorum
You’ll find none else with this decorum.
Gently rising, softly sloping,
Ever skipping, maybe troping,
It fits the words it fits the tone
It fits with others or alone.
It fits the mass, it fits the pace,
This music’s called chant and the church is its place.So grab your missal and chant with vigor,
Chant with love and chant with rigor.
Ord’ and proper chant the mass
And chant the hours as they pass.
Chant alone or with a friend,
Chant the year from start to end.
Drop the rest. The chant will last:
The best for the future is the best from the past.