SOMETIMES when we are listening to music, hearing many sweet sounds, they make no particular impression upon us, only to lift us a little from the grosser sense: but all at once a strain comes which thrills us to the very heart, and the vibration lingers with us. It seems to shut out our material sense, bringing us into communion with the spiritual. It is the divine Principle of music, which is Harmony.
So it is with some words we hear. We may listen a long time, hearing with material ears; but all at once our immortal sense of hearing is touched, and we listen, and never forget.
"Thou fillest the famished affections." This sentence from Science and Health is a strain of delicious music to me, for it is immortal Truth, and comes to me like the dew which nourishes the flowers.
