The Morning herald., 1877-02-10
CORD AND CREESR.
CHAPTER XVI.

,,r sonera begins with an Alleluis
NY Wy I have borrowed words from thu
tpoaJISi ,DseI Song a, the opening of "Faust" foI
Aus A., Score But the music has an expires
ny , 'o W its own, and the words are feeble
s~I snd the only comfort is, that these words
aau a;I1 he he lost in the triumph strain of the
,,nas srs that accompany them.
''s She was with me, exulting where l was
.,ultaut, u sad where / was sorrowful ; still
stu ai,h her air of Guide and Teacher. She
.rn y NV f Eaera She is my Inspiring Muse.
Invoke T her when l sing.
' R,t nv song carried her away. Her
,vn nI Itaoughts expressed bv my utterauce
OWL owl. rr1 rptur1nel to her, and she yielded her.
..Tun sHv altogether to their power.
NAh ~ h me there is one language common
!, al on earth, and to all in heaven, and
'u1' fexnIted >, then on that bare, blasted rock.
1t,;umphed. She joined Inc in it all. We
s.ulted together. We ,triumphed. We
mnourped, nn we reo;ced we despaired, we
1uuu ho~ad We sung aleIuias in our hearts. The
rsrv nUp,N, winds were still. The very moon
seemed 1 to stay her course. ALI nature
was hushed: a:. ~
aerial, like spirit from on high, as pure,
o. holy as stainless. Her soul and mine
werh W. blended We moved to one common
impulse. We obeyed one common mo-
tive.
W WHAT'S this? Is it love? Yes; but not
"a men call love. Yours is heavenly love,
a. ardent but yet spiritual; intense but with
ont passion, burning love like that of the
cierubim; all-consuming, all-engrossing,
and enduring for evermore.
Have | ever told her my admiration?
Yes; but not in words. l have told her so
in music, in every tone, in every strain.
She knows that am hers. She is my di-
yinitv, my muse, my better genius-the
nobler half Of my soul.
have laid all my spirit at her feet, as
one prostrates himself before divinity.
She hss accepted that alteration and has
been pleased.
We are blended. We are one, but not
after an earthly fashion, for never yet
have even touched her hand in love.
II is our spirits, our real selves-not our
merely visible selves-that love; yet that
love is SO intense that | would die for
evermore ifmy death could make her life
more sweet.
She has heard all this from my Cremo-
Ia.
Here, as we stood under the moon, l
hought her spirit with a mortal lover.
recognized the full meaning of the sub
me legend Of Numa and Egeria. The
lortal aspires in purity of heart, and the
immortal comes down and assists and re-
ponds to his aspirations.
Our souls vibrated in unison to the ex.
ression of heavenly thoughts. We threw
lrselves into the rapture of the hour. We
embed, we thrilled, till at last frail
or'al nature could scarcely endure the
ensity Of that perfect Joy.
So We came to an end. The end is
'orus Of angels. They sing the divinest
songs that is written in Holy Revela-
m; All the glory Of that song reaches :
climax in the last strain:
Ana God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes"
We wept together But we dried our
rs and went home, musir.g on that
sarlesS "a eternity" which lies before US.
Morning is dawning as | write,tand all
feeling OF my soul can be expressed in
word, the sublimest Of all words
len Is Ineligible to many of different
guages and different races. l will end {
Alleluiaw