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ABT VOGLER.


11.

And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence
 For the fulness of the days? Have we withered or agonized?
Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence?
 Why rushed the discords in, but that harmony should be prized?
Sorrow is hard to bear, and doubt is slow to clear,
 Each sufferer says his say, his scheme of the weal and woe:
But God has a few of us whom He whispers in the ear;
 The rest may reason and welcome: 'tis we musicians know.


12.

Well, it is earth with me; silence resumes her reign:
 I will be patient and proud, and soberly acquiesce.
Give me the keys. I feel for the common chord again,
 Sliding by semitones, till I sink to the minor,—yes,
And I blunt it into a ninth, and I stand on alien ground,
 Surveying a while the heights I rolled from into the deep;
Which, hark, I have dared and done, for my resting-place is found,
 The C Major of this life: so, now I will try to sleep.