IV 

 FINDINGS OF THE EAR 



"For the world was built in order, 

 And the atoms march in tune; 

 Rhyme the pipe, and Tune the warder, 

 The sun obeys them, and the moon." 



R. W. E. 



stars are still in their shining; and, 

 in the making of giant trees, billions of 

 acres of grass, and intermingled blossoms, 

 there comes never a sound from the muffled 

 machinery of nature's power-house. Who 

 but the finest-eared may catch the feather- 

 fall of the snow-flakes, that build their minia- 

 ture mountains of winter and weave white 

 draperies for the landscape ? Even the deep- 

 est sockets and hollows of the hardest rocks 

 were sculptured by no harsh, grating sound, 

 but musically chiseled to a water-chant of 

 the centuries. The few rare exceptions to 

 nature's law of silence come much like the 

 studied discords of music to heighten the 



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