Children of the immortal, music is the handmaid of poetry, for one is colour in prose, the other is colour in aural prose.
Music is the inspiration of deeds.
It is universal in its appeal.
It is the river of God's love flowing through souls heated in the chase.
It is a great elemental wind of the divine breathing in music-prayer the adoration of mankind to Him who is the Source of Being.
I want to ask if any here know my Invitation to the Dance.
It was my dearest work, personally speaking.
Sometime, when it is played in your hearing, think of Weber.
—Weber
Albert Durrant Watson, The
Twentieth Plane—A Psychic Revelation, George W.
Jacobs & Company, Philadelphia, 1919
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