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388 Something more wonderful assails the soul,

As, with exultant cries, up-curving, swift,

The shrill Walküre clamor against the sky,

Or pale Brünhilde moans her bitter fate.

WAGNER

"THE PATHETIC SYMPHONY"

(TSCHAIKOWSKY)

MACDOWELL

! Rejoice!

The New World hath a voice;

A voice of tragedy and mirth,

Sounding clear through all the earth;

A voice of music, tender and sublime,

Kin to the master-music of all time.