fulness,
Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads
us.

MASTER OF MUSIC

(In memory of Theodore Thomas, 1905)

Glory of architect, glory of painter, and sculp-
tor, and bard,
Living forever in temple and picture and statue
and song,--
Look how the world with the lights that they lit
is illumined and starred,
Brief was the flame of their life, but the lamps
of their art burn long!

Where is the Master of Music, and how has he
vanished away?
Where is the work that he wrought with his
wonderful art in the air?
Gone,--it is gone like the glow on the cloud
at the close of the day!
The Master has finished his work, and the glory
of music is--where?

Once, at the wave of his wand, all the billows of
musical sound
Followed his will, as the sea was ruled by the
prophet of old: