The Music of the Spheres 9 1 



answer, when the quick thought came, with a sad 

 disappointment, that the voice I heard calling me 

 had been silent half as many years as I have lived. 

 We can hear what we listen for, believe what we 

 wish were true, expect what we desire, anticipate 

 and dwell in a better future. My body is this cabin- 

 camp where I sleep and rest. My soul is myself, 

 free to wander where it will, to see lands not lit by 

 the sun, and to hear music which comes not in the 

 chariots of the air. 



