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"They heard him bless the bread and wine that they themselves to this day take in remembrance of him. "They saw his agony in the Garden of Gethsemane, the human shrinking from the cup of pain. They saw the false friend, Judas, betray him with a kiss. THEY HEARD HIM BLESS THE BREAD AND WINE THAT THEY THEMSELVES TO THIS DAY TAKE IN REMEMBRANCE OF HIM THEY SAW HIS AGONY IN THE GARDEN OF GASSEMINE THE HUMAN SHRINKING FROM THE CUP OF PAIN THEY SAW THE FALSE FRIENDS JUDAS BETRAY HIM WITH A KISS
tenderness, so strong to comfort, so gentle to soothe, it has seemed like one of those harmonies musicians tell us that they dream of, but can never chain to earth. "As I sat in the theatre, listening to the wondrous tones of this mountain peasant-woman, rising and falling like the murmur of a sea, filling the vast sky-covered building with their yearning notes, stirring like a great wind stirs AEolian strings, the thousands of trembling hearts around her, it seemed to me that I was indeed listening to the voice of the 'mother of the world,' of mother Nature herself. "They saw him, as they had often seen him in pictures, sitting for the last time with his disciples at supper. But yesterday they saw him, not a mute, moveless figure, posed in conventional, meaningless attitude, but a living, loving man, sitting in fellowship with the dear friends that against all the world had believed in him, and had followed his poor fortunes, talking with them for the last sweet time, comforting them. DEEP SO FULL OF SOFT CARESSING TENDERNESS SO STRONG TO COMFORT SO GENTLE TO SOOTHE IT HAS SEEMED LIKE ONE OF THOSE HARMONIES MUSICIANS TELL US THAT THEY DREAM OF BUT CAN NEVER CHAIN TO EARTH AS I SAT IN THE THEATRE LISTENING TO THE WONDROUS TONES OF THIS MOUNTAIN PEASANT WOMAN RISING AND FALLING LIKE THE MURMUR OF A SEA FILLING THE VAST SKY COVERED BUILDING WITH THEIR YEARNING NOTES STIRRING LIKE A GREAT WIND STIRS AEOLIAN STRINGS FOR THOUSANDS OF TREMBLING HEARTS AROUND HER IT SEEMED TO ME THAT I WAS INDEED LISTENING TO THE VOICE OF THE MOTHER OF THE WORLD OF MOTHER NATURE HERSELF THEY SAW HIM AS THEY HAD OFTEN SEEN HIM IN PICTURES SITTING FOR THE LAST TIME WITH HIS DISCIPLES AT SUPPER BUT YESTERDAY THEY SAW HIM NOT A MUTE MOVELESS FIGURE POSED IN CONVENTIONAL MEANINGLESS ATTITUDE BUT A LIVING LOVING MAN SITTING IN FELLOWSHIP WITH THE DEAR FRIENDS THAT AGAINST ALL THE WORLD HAD BELIEVED IN HIM AND HAD FOLLOWED HIS POOR FORTUNES TALKING WITH THEM FOR THE LAST SWEET TIME COMFORTING THEM
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