The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-04-20
docile as children following the messenger of the

doce as children, following the messenger of the
violin
The audience, motionless sat as though in a
sanctuary their souls naked and unashamed in the
presence of Supreme One.
moment she paused. They held their breath
lest the promise given, be withdrawn.
Sweet, piercing. wrenching the heart, bitter cruel
ly a note went hurtling through the body of the
house Another, then another Rythmatc, anar
chistc, never violin spoke before, the sounds
came dashng over one another, as though the
story must be told and time short the story of
the word-its deeds and misdeeds; loves and
shames; tragedies and joys; all sung so sweet
ly that seeing their lives barred the audience stirred
as though to hide the story from their neghbor
Then came the balm. Godlike in notes of tender
pity and commiseration, sweet-oil was poured in
each bleeding wound The comfort and alienation
in it's heart was being oosed the soul OF a
violin loosed before.
Hide your hurt from thy neighbor: Law bare
thy wound and grasp the comfort offered thee. A
woman In the audience put forth her arms, then
clasped them tightly to her BOSOM a smile of inef
fable peace on her face, though she would bury
the sounds within her heart
Tremulous, as quivers the lips of childhood at an
angry glance the music spoke to the blind beggar
and the crippled boy. Then sharp crescendo rip
ping dashing. bubbling, effervescent, it tore the
bandage OF disease from off the beggar's eyes;
loosed the blood in the crooked body and sent it
hurtling madly through his whered limbs. Green
fields and babbling brooks it told Of country lanes
and city pavements; on it carried them, gaily dane
lng, through wondrous nature; and beyond, beyond
to the very essence of color, life, and motion
Then simply it took them by the hand and led
them BACK, down the dim vista OF the
slurrng sadly over of regret, back to dreams
OF childhood time; back through scenes long for
gotten to those never known, and the baby Alvas
eyes grew big and round Intangible music play
thing of dream, it led them till almost they
felt the depths OF Gods wondrous pity at planting
another snowy life in sooty world
CRASH. Allegro. Every note distinct and clear
- with lingering such beyond mortal ken it
moved on carrying them irresstibly with it, purged
of sin and shame joyous band they marched into
world.
The woman the platform still as death
Her fingers poised the violin, stricken stiff.
But still the strings quivered their ducet way A
rush of sound fell damp upon their heads A futter
then moved No the sound of violin: no
more song of mortal world; angel chorus
snatched the strains and bore them up heights
into the presence of the ideal their God had had
for them.
Griefs burden cast aside; pain and suffering for
got following the lead of myriad of rushing
wings, dumbly, blindly, adorngly they rose.
Hank, hear the seraphs' voices raised in praise
list to triumphant virtues ducet song. Lo! every
secret of infnty laid bare in the presence Of
A sob swapping of breath!
She swayed slightly to side; held out her
arms as though to some before her and the
violin fell down, down, down.
The heart of Gudo's violin snapped in the tell
ing of the master melody which it is not given NOR
tai to know