What youth, filled with the joy of living, could play these minor chords.
I too was young once—A student at the University. I loved life then—
I danced—composed only waltzes—sang love songs. But now—sorrow has played on the chords of my heart—to teach me these deeper tones—to teach me music for the Passion—for the Crucifixion.
You must learn, my child, that through sorrow men accomplish great things.
When they weep they send out tones into the world that men remember and cherish.
Beethoven lived and suffered—and has left to the world things of immortal greatness.
But now—go—else I shall sadden you beyond your years——
Slowly Janet walked through the darkening streets. The words of the organist filled her mind. She felt prophetically her heart must pass through fire.
Would she be strong enough—or would weakness—desire for joy—conquer and kill the power within.