Compelling Chords 



and that one wanted it for a poem and 

 the other for a prose romance, Haw- 

 thorne yielding the privilege of treat- 

 ing it to Longfellow. Personally, and 

 with all due respect to the writer of 

 "The Scarlet Letter," I am very glad 

 he did, if for no other reason than the 

 opening stanza. Do you love majestic 

 organ chords rising and falling through 

 a great cathedral's heights and 

 breadths? Do you know the voice of 

 the wind roaring through the tops of 

 woodland giants? Then read and hear 

 the music of the lines beginning: 



"This is the forest primeval!" 



I inherited a few precious things; 

 only a few, but none more prized 

 than an autographed copy of William 

 Edgar Marshall's fine big etching of 

 the author of "Evangeline" and "Hia- 

 watha," the portrait bordered by 

 scenes illustrating episodes from vari- 

 ous poems, and I rarely ever hear the 

 clock that stands close by strike twelve 

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