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360 Music of the Waters. |
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In snow-white robes uprising
The ghostly choirs respond. And sadly and unceasing
The mournful voice sings on, And the snow-white choirs still answer,
" Christe eleison ! M '
'The Golden Legend.'—Longfellow.
"The glory of the setting sun makes cloth of gold of the sails of those castellated fabrics, and they look to float over fairy seas of purple as we view them through that atmosphere of superstition, in the midst of which those young and awe-struck imaginations made their miraculous voyages to the Indies and to the mighty shores of Columbia."—Clarke Russell.
The legends of the water, whether of ocean, river, or lake, are so numerous that one might go on alluding to them for pages and never exhaust the subject. There is ample material for a volume in the weird tales of voices and bells sounding under the sea; but I think I have said enough to show that, apart from the sailors' songs and boatmen's chants that echo from end to end of the world of waters, there is an eternal strain of music which, day and night, and summer and winter, rises from the sea, and may fitly be termed " The Music of the Waters."
" Oh, strangely glorious and beautiful sea ! Sounding for ever mysteriously, Why are thy billows still rolling on With their wild and sad and musical tone ? Why is there never repose for thee ? Why slumberest thou not, oh, mighty sea ? " |
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