The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.
The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.
O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.