His symphonies are human documents, and even had he not written a single note of music we have sufficient evidence in verbal form to convince us that his personality was one of remarkable power and that music was only one way, though, to be sure, the foremost, of expressing the depth of his feeling and the range of his mental activity.

Such is the beautiful imagery devoted to superstitious musings, by the illustrious bard: "While, like the rest, the knight expects to hear Loud peals of thunder breaking on his ear, A dulcet symphony his sense invades, Of nymphs, or dryads, warbling through the shades.

The plainest Ranz des Vaches may sometimes please when the fifth symphony of Beethoven would be a bore.

Whereupon the clergyman would explain with burning words that many a symphony of Beethoven's, a sonata of Schumann's, or a suite of Tschaikovsky's were the Names, peaceful, romantic or melancholy, of great spiritual Potencies, heard partially by these masters in their moments of inspirational ecstasy.