Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

13 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

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UNFINISHED MUSIC. I sat alone at the organ, At the clone of a troubled day When the sunset's crimson embers On the western altar lay. I was weary with vain endeavour, My heart was ill at ease. And I sought to soothe my sadness With the voice of the swee;ip-tont d keys. My hands were weak and trembling, My fingers all unskilled To render the grand old anthem With which my soul was filled. Through the long day's cares and worries I had dreamed of that glorious strain, And I longed to hear the organ Repeat it to me again. It fell from my untaught fingers Discordant and incomplete, I knew not how to express it, Or to make the discord sweet; So I toiled with patient labour Till the last bright gleams were gone, And the evening's purple shadows Were gathering one ty one. Then a master stood beeide me, And touched the noisy keys, And lo the discord vanished And melted in perfect peace. I heard the great organ pealing My tune that I could not play, The strains of the glorious anthem lihat had filled my soul all day. Pown through the vast cathedral The tide of music swept, And through the shadowy arches The lingering echoes crept And I stood in the purple twilight And heard my tune again, Not my feeble, untaught rendering, Bat the master'* perfect strain. So I think, perchance, the Master, At the clone of life's weary day, Will take from our trembling fingers The tune that wo cannot play He will bear through tha jarring disoord The strain, although half expressed; He will blend it in perfect music, And add to it all the rest. M. E. KINSEY. ♦

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