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第4章

The organ is in truth the grandest, the most daring, the most magnificent of all instruments invented by human genius.It is a whole orchestra in itself.It can express anything in response to a skilled touch.Surely it is in some sort a pedestal on which the soul poises for a flight forth into space, essaying on her course to draw picture after picture in an endless series, to paint human life, to cross the Infinite that separates heaven from earth? And the longer a dreamer listens to those giant harmonies, the better he realises that nothing save this hundred-voiced choir on earth can fill all the space between kneeling men, and a God hidden by the blinding light of the Sanctuary.The music is the one interpreter strong enough to bear up the prayers of humanity to heaven, prayer in its omnipotent moods, prayer tinged by the melancholy of many different natures, coloured by meditative ecstasy, upspringing with the impulse of repentance--blended with the myriad fancies of every creed.Yes.In those long vaulted aisles the melodies inspired by the sense of things divine are blent with a grandeur unknown before, are decked with new glory and might.Out of the dim daylight, and the deep silence broken by the chanting of the choir in response to the thunder of the organ, a veil is woven for God, and the brightness of His attributes shines through it.

And this wealth of holy things seemed to be flung down like a grain of incense upon the fragile altar raised to Love beneath the eternal throne of a jealous and avenging God.Indeed, in the joy of the nun there was little of that awe and gravity which should harmonise with the solemnities of the Magnificat.She had enriched the music with graceful variations, earthly gladness throbbing through the rhythm of each.In such brilliant quivering notes some great singer might strive to find a voice for her love, her melodies fluttered as a bird flutters about her mate.There were moments when she seemed to leap back into the past, to dally there now with laughter, now with tears.Her changing moods, as it were, ran riot.She was like a woman excited and happy over her lover's return.

But at length, after the swaying fugues of delirium, after the marvellous rendering of a vision of the past, a revulsion swept over the soul that thus found utterance for itself.With a swift transition from the major to the minor, the organist told her hearer of her present lot.She gave the story of long melancholy broodings, of the slow course of her moral malady.How day by day she deadened the senses, how every night cut off one more thought, how her heart was slowly reduced to ashes.The sadness deepened shade after shade through languid modulations, and in a little while the echoes were pouring out a torrent of grief.

Then on a sudden, high notes rang out like the voices of angels singing together, as if to tell the lost but not forgotten lover that their spirits now could only meet in heaven.Pathetic hope!

Then followed the Amen.No more Joy, no more tears in the air, no sadness, no regrets.The Amen was the return to God.The final chord was deep, solemn, even terrible; for the last rumblings of the bass sent a shiver through the audience that raised the hair on their heads; the nun shook out her veiling of crepe, and seemed to sink again into the grave from which she had risen for a moment.Slowly the reverberations died away; it seemed as if the church, but now so full of light, had returned to thick darkness.

The General had been caught up and borne swiftly away by this strong-winged spirit; he had followed the course of its flight from beginning to end.He understood to the fullest extent the imagery of that burning symphony; for him the chords reached deep and far.For him, as for the sister, the poem meant future, present, and past.Is not music, and even opera music, a sort of text, which a susceptible or poetic temper, or a sore and stricken heart, may expand as memories shall determine? If a musician must needs have the heart of a poet, must not the listener too be in a manner a poet and a lover to hear all that lies in great music? Religion, love, and music--what are they but a threefold expression of the same fact, of that craving for expansion which stirs in every noble soul.And these three forms of poetry ascend to God, in whom all passion on earth finds its end.Wherefore the holy human trinity finds a place amid the infinite glories of God; of God, whom we always represent surrounded with the fires of love and seistrons of gold--music and light and harmony.Is not He the Cause and the End of all our strivings?

The French General guessed rightly that here in the desert, on this bare rock in the sea, the nun had seized upon music as an outpouring of the passion that still consumed her.Was this her manner of offering up her love as a sacrifice to God? Or was it Love exultant in triumph over God? The questions were hard to answer.But one thing at least the General could not mistake--in this heart, dead to the world, the fire of passion burned as fiercely as in his own.

Vespers over, he went back to the alcalde with whom he was staying.In the all-absorbing joy which comes in such full measure when a satisfaction sought long and painfully is attained at last, he could see nothing beyond this--he was still loved!

In her heart love had grown in loneliness, even as his love had grown stronger as he surmounted one barrier after another which this woman had set between them! The glow of soul came to its natural end.There followed a longing to see her again, to contend with God for her, to snatch her away--a rash scheme, which appealed to a daring nature.He went to bed, when the meal was over, to avoid questions; to be alone and think at his ease;and he lay absorbed by deep thought till day broke.

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