Fairy Historians

I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet, but it had some problems. I let is sit for a while and then went back for revisions. Here is the side-by-side comparison of the new and then the old. Anything in italics is a change. I'll be using the new (first) version for Declamation.

Fairy Historians
I’ve never read a book that could surpass
The elven histories that have been told
By those historians who, with raised glass,
Pay homage to the troubadours of old.
I’ve never seen a film that could retell
In grandeur satisfactory the tale
Of Quasimodo and his ancient bell,
Or show the beauty of old Durin's dale.
I’ve never heard a song that could declare
Through all creation God’s fantastic works
Than Rimsky’s joyful Easter overture
With all its idiosyncratic quirks.
The likenesses of this grand, fallen world
Are sung by fairies who through Earth have twirled.

Creation's Troubadour
I never read a book that could surpass
The elven histories that have been told
By those historians who, in the grass,
Pay homage to the troubadours of old.
I never saw a film that could retell
In grandeur satisfactory the tale
Of Quasimodo and his glorious bell,
Or show the beauty of old Durin's dale.
I never heard a song that could impart
To all creation God's most wond'rous love
More fully than the highest French Horn part
that soars in celebration of each cove.
Creation is its own inspired Bard
More lovely, poignant than a greeting card.