The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-08-02
THE POWER OF MUSIC;
BEAUTIFUL EPIC IN PROSE
Right Reverend Maze Discourses OF
Music and Expounds Classic
The Legend is Grand.

There is nothing given to us to en-
Joy in this world that is as beauti-
full as music. 1t is an echo of Para
disc, and If our music is so entranc-
ing, so powerful in its effect on the
: human mind, what must be the mu-
sic of heaven?
A legend | have read homewhere
will serve to explain this better than
any words of mine can do.
1t is related in some ancient fchron-
icle that a pious monk, after the re-
citation at the midnight mathis, re-
NAMED in the choir absorbed in med
itation over these words of the Royal
Prophet, which he had just sung:
For thousand years in Thy sight,
o Lord, are as yesterday which Is
past.
The legend goes on to say that he
prayed to God to give him to under
stand how it was possible for one
day on earth to be compared to a
thousand years in Heaven.
Presently, as he was absorbed in
his thought, he saw little bird in
the choir on golden wings reckoning
him to come out into the woods. In
stinctively he followed it short dis
lance from the monastery. There 1t
.perched upon the branch of tree
and began to MARBLE sweetly for a
short space of time, as he thought,
and disappeared.
The good monk recovered from
his ecstacy and went back to the
monastery, intending to retire for the
balance of the night. But, 10! ev-
erything about the place had under
gone a magic change. New roads and
avenues had been opened in the
woods where he used to take his
meditative walks; he saw buildings
he had never seen before; even the
trees under whose shadows he had
j. spent SO many pleasant hours con-
templating the beauties of nature
were no longer the same. He could
not believe his own eyes. Was he
dreaming; was he in fairyland?
Yet, there stood the old mOnas-
terry with it's massive walls just as
he had left 1t but an hour or so ago.
There was the old convent church
wherein he was wont to sing the
praises of God.
It's Gothic tower and gray gables
covered with the moss of age were
still as he had left them that very
night. But when he reached the
monastery gate he found it walled
up and another gate opening into
the Enclosure from the opposite side.
He tried the door; it would not open.
A pull at the bell brought the porter
to the gate. He did not know the
man although he had spent gen
GRAFTON within those walls and felt
confident he knew every man in the
house.
He told his name and, while from
the habit he wore it was evident that
he belonged to the order and might
have been an inmate of the house, no
one knew him nor had anyone ever
seen or heard of him within these
precincts. The abbot was summon
ed, but he also was stranger, UNI
known to him as all the rest.
He was led into the community
room and asked to give an account
of his life. He related then to the
assembled community how, in an
sWer to his prayer the previous night,
after the midnight mathis, the lit
tie bird had beckoned HIM into the
woods, where for a quarter of an
hour he listened to it's rapturous
song. He gave the name of the abb
bot and the monks with whom he
had lived.
Reference to the chronicles of the