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Next to the word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world. It controls our hearts, minds and spirits. A person who does not regard music as a marvelous creation of God does not deserve to be called a human being; he should be permitted to hear nothing but the braying of asses and the grunting of hogs!
Next, Please. Always too eager for the future, we. Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day. Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear. Sparkling armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time they waste, Refusing to make haste! Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks. Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks. Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinked, Each rope distinct, Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits. Arching our way, it never anchors; it's. No sooner present than it turns to past. Right to the last. We think each one will heave to and unload. All good into our lives, all we are owed. For waiting so devoutly and so long. But we are wrong: Only one ship is seeking us, a black-Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back. A huge and birdless silence. In her wake. No waters breed or break.