The Language of the Heart.

New Zealand Mail, Issue 813, 30 September 1887, Page 5

The Language of the Heart.

The genius of the human race appeared once before Jove, and said, 4 Almighty Father give the poor mortals a better language ; for now they have naught but words, when they would tell how they mourn, rejoice, or love.’ 4 Have I not given them tears ?’ said Jupiter—‘the tear of joy, the tear of grief, and the sweet tear of love ?’ The Genius answered, 4 Even tears cannot express the heart. Mighty Father, give them a better tongue, in which to clothe their emotions, when the morning-star of their childhood is rising again on their hearts, when the ruddy warmth of their youth is reflected before them, and when, in old age, the golden clouds of another life hang glowing and high above the departing sun of this. Give their hearts another tongue, my father.’ Jutt then Jupiter heard the Muse of Melody approaching in the celestial music of the spheres, and addressed her— 4 Go thou, and descend among men, and teach them to speak thy language.’ Then she descended upon earth and taught men music ; and now the heart has a language.