Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-06-15
PACANINI.
CThere is runnor that Pa ganini, the great vtolinist, in order to acquire his skill over the instrument. bartered his souI to his Satanic Ma1esty.)

the instrument. bartered his
 soul to his Satanic Majesty.) Great master in the vibrant world of sound, Than which there is no nobler uni- verse. Men praise your skill, your wondrous flights rehearse. Of all your virtues go the, shining l round. Tell how from common strings and
 wood, you drew I The harmonies some sweet-voicad ser
 aph lost. M As, resting on lowered bank, green He taught the listning birds choral
 new Tell how the drawn notes of your vio-
 lin. Could bring before the wond'ring
 list'ners' eyes. A burst of sunrise splendors till the
 cries Of rosy day-dawn. trembled to begin. How now the ripple of the fairy bow Seemed blending in enchanted har-
 mony,
 With feet of dancing maids of Ar
 cady,
 Who with attendant swains, ripped
 to and fro Sometimes the music told a sadder sof hearts by mems unkindness cruci- True souls distrusted. fondest hopes
 denied,
 And fled to silence with d sobbing
 wall. But followed quick the joyous, ring ing psalms That greet the victors in battle won, And all men seemed to see around the
 Son.
 His followers, triumphant, waving
 palms.
 Again with sweetly solemn finger ing.
 Like some upstraining Godward
 thought 'twould rise. Until it semed winged prince from
 the skies. That pray'r atonink bow was lingering. Or straying into wild sweet threnody, 1 It told of pain and of the common lot, Like perfume from pressed dow'r,
 long forgot. Game soft. a "Miserere Domine.'' And they who hung entranced upon
 the play
 Of that slight reed, a-ouiver up and down
 Should turn and with worldly slarug.
 a frown.
 And hateful, sneering envious lips to
 say:
 'Ah, yes: wondrous skill with violin Has Paganini: but have my fears The tale is true they've told these
 many years
 His skill came not without the dark
 est sin.
 For, look you, while he plays diSinely
 there,
 And we think angels hover overhead They say that Satan keeps his guard
 instead.
 Watching to drag him to his hellish lair.'
 Since Abel pressed unsandalled feet l upon
 The great stone staircase of the House
 of God.
 No patient soul that tortuous way has Il trod.
 But ever by his side there has been
 one
 Perhaps some Pharisee without a
 stain.
 Who with a sheer will still at actions Mistaking motives. strive to pull him No heart aspiring but has had it's
 Cain. Magicians of the chisel and the
 brush.
 Undying scenes transmitting through
 the years.
 Your greatest thoughts were born in pain and tears.
 Not mid worlds applause, but ill
 the hush
 Of Olivet. came forth the melodies That, as naught else can mems hearts
 exercise
 From evil. raise mortaI to the skies. We turn the pages of past centuries, And delving in the dust of long ago, : Can read of struggles to an unknown E height.
 Angels alone ascend on rungs of light While many wearied Jacobs sleep be low. , Yet not uncontrolled the noble band : That upward tolls unto a distant } heav'n. The love of beauty working like 3 leav'n. Uplifts the hearts we cannot under, stand. 2 To them all sunsets are triumphai . hymns. The days "Laudate" to the God ot ,, might: ,, On ev'ry flower in characters of light . They read the thought the worlds great artist lirnns.