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familiar song, with sad; pathetic words & a low, sweet melody. With the first stanza of the song, he feels an ir-resistable impulse to join them - not with his imperfect voice but with the rich varied tones of the organ: Again he lifts his hands; again he touches the gleaming keys; & again his own peculiar music trembles forth. He plays the accompiment: & beneath his artistic touch ,there is a perfect harmony between the grand old organ & the soft, plaintive voices in the shadowy distance. The invisible trio sing & he plays: others the good, old song goes on. He listens: & the strange music thrills his secret heart, with a vague consciousness that it is the [[unclear]] he has ever heard. The last words of the song die away. - softly, & with exquisite sadness. This here comes a sudden crash: as if a ponderous weight had fallen | familiar song, with sad; pathetic words & a low, sweet melody. With the first stanza of the song, he feels an ir-resistable impulse to join them - not with his imperfect voice but with the rich varied tones of the organ: Again he lifts his hands; again he touches the gleaming keys; & again his own peculiar music trembles forth. He plays the accompiment: & beneath his artistic touch ,there is a perfect harmony between the grand old organ & the soft, plaintive voices in the shadowy distance. The invisible trio sing & he plays: others the good, old song goes on. He listens: & the strange music thrills his secret heart, with a vague consciousness that it is the [[unclear]] he has ever heard. The last words of the song die away. - softly, & with exquisite sadness. This here comes a sudden crash: as if a ponderous weight had fallen upon the scene: & lo! the spell is broken. He awakens, - it is only a dream. He awakes: - the shadowy, old room & the grand, old organ:- his marvelous gift & the far-away voices have all vanished. He awakes: & the stern realities of every-day life, its cares & its duties, dawns afar. | ||
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familiar song, with sad; pathetic words & a low, sweet melody. With the first stanza of the song, he feels an ir-resistable impulse to join them - not with his imperfect voice but with the rich varied tones of the organ: Again he lifts his hands; again he touches the gleaming keys; & again his own peculiar music trembles forth. He plays the accompiment: & beneath his artistic touch ,there is a perfect harmony between the grand old organ & the soft, plaintive voices in the shadowy distance. The invisible trio sing & he plays: others the good, old song goes on. He listens: & the strange music thrills his secret heart, with a vague consciousness that it is the unclear he has ever heard. The last words of the song die away. - softly, & with exquisite sadness. This here comes a sudden crash: as if a ponderous weight had fallen upon the scene: & lo! the spell is broken. He awakens, - it is only a dream. He awakes: - the shadowy, old room & the grand, old organ:- his marvelous gift & the far-away voices have all vanished. He awakes: & the stern realities of every-day life, its cares & its duties, dawns afar.