Jane bent, and laid her cheek upon his head."My own boy," she said, "you have all I have to give--all, ALL.But, darling, in those dark days which are past, all seemed gone, for us both.'Lead us, OChrist'--It was He who led us safely through the darkness, and has brought us to this.And Garth, I love to know that He is Lord of All--Lord of our joy; Lord of our love; Lord of our lives--our wedded lives, my husband.We could not be so safely, so blissfully, each other's, were we not ONE, IN HIM.Is this true for you also, Garth?"Garth felt for her left hand, drew it down, and laid his cheek against it; then gently twisted the wedding ring that he might kiss it all round.
"Yes, my wife," he said."I thank God, that I can say in all things:
'Thou, Eternal Light of Light, art Lord of All.'"A long sweet silence.Then Jane said, suddenly: "Oh, but the music, Garthie! That exquisite setting.Whose is it? And where did you hear it?"Garth laughed again; a laugh of half-shy pleasure.
"I am glad you like it, Jane," he said, "because I must plead guilty to the fact that it is my own.You see, I knew no music for it; the Anthem-book gave the words only.And on that awful night, when little Rosemary had mercilessly rubbed it in, about 'the lady portrayed'; and what her love MUST have been, and WOULD have been, and COULD have been; and had made me SEE 'The Wife' again, and 'The--' the other picture; I felt so bruised, and sore, and lonely.And then those words came to my mind: 'Lead us, O Christ, when all is gone, safe home at last.' All seemed gone indeed; and there seemed no home to hope for, in this world." He raised himself a little, and then leaned back again; so that his head rested against her bosom.
"Safe home at last," he said, and stayed quite still for a moment, in utter content.Then remembered what he was telling her, and went on eagerly.
"So those words came back to me; and to get away from despairing thoughts, I began reciting them, to an accompaniment of chords.""'The radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store;The shadows of departing day--'"
"And then--suddenly, Jane--I SAW it, pictured in sound! Just as Iused to SEE a sunset, in light and shadow, and then transfer it to my canvas in shade and colour,-so I heard a SUNSET in harmony, and Ifelt the same kind of tingle in my fingers as I used to feel when inspiration came, and I could catch up my brushes and palette.So Iplayed the sunset.And then I got the theme for life fading, and what one feels when the glorious noon is suddenly plunged into darkness; and then the prayer.And then, I HEARD a vision of heaven, where evening shadows never fall: And after that came the end; just certainty, and worship, and peace.You see the eventual theme, worked out of all this.It was like making studies for a picture.
That was why you heard it over and over.I wasn't trying to remember.I was gathering it into final form.I am awfully glad you like it, Jane; because if I show you how the harmonies go, perhaps you could write it down.And it would mean such a lot to me, if you thought it worth singing.I could play the accompaniment--Hullo! Is it beginning to rain? I felt a drop on my cheek, and another on my hand."No answer.Then he felt the heave, with which Jane caught her breath; and realised that she was weeping.
In a moment he was on his knees in front of her."Jane! Why, what is the matter; Sweet? What on earth--? Have I said anything to trouble you? Jane, what is it? O God, why can't I see her!"Jane mastered her emotion; controlling her voice, with an immense effort.Then drew him down beside her.
"Hush, darling, hush! It is only a great joy--a wonderful surprise.
Lean against me again, and I will try to tell you.Do you know that you have composed some of the most beautiful music in the world? Do you know, my own boy, that not only your proud and happy wife, but ALL women who can sing, will want to sing your music? Garthie, do you realise what it means? The creative faculty is so strong in you, that when one outlet was denied it, it burst forth through another.
When you had your sight, you created by the hand and EYE.Now, you will create by the hand and EAR.The power is the same.It merely works through another channel.But oh, think what it means! Think!
The world lies before you once more!"
Garth laughed, and put up his hand to the dear face, still wet with thankful tears.
"Oh, bother the world!" he said."I don't want the world.I only want my wife."Jane put her arms around him.Ah, what a boy he was in some ways!
How full of light-hearted, irrepressible, essential youth.Just then she felt so much older than he; but how little that mattered.The better could she wrap him round with the greatness of her tenderness; shield him from every jar or disillusion; and help him to make the most of his great gifts.
"I know, darling," she said."And you have her.She is just ALLYOURS.But think of the wonderful future.Thank God, I know enough of the technical part, to write the scores of your compositions.
And, Garth,--fancy going together to noble cathedrals, and hearing your anthems sung; and to concerts where the most perfect voices in the world will be doing their utmost adequately to render your songs.Fancy thrilling hearts with pure harmony, stirring souls with tone-pictures; just as before you used to awaken in us all, by your wonderful paintings, an appreciation and comprehension of beauty."Garth raised his head."Is it really as good as that, Jane?" he said.
"Dear," answered Jane, earnestly, "I can only tell you, that when you sang it first, and I had not the faintest idea it was yours, Isaid to myself: 'It is the most beautiful thing I ever heard.'""I am glad," said Garth, simply."And now, let's talk of something else.Oh, I say, Jane! The present is too wonderful, to leave any possible room for thoughts about the future.Do talk about the present."Jane smiled; and it was the smile of "The Wife"--mysterious;compassionate; tender; self-surrendering.She leaned over him, and rested her cheek upon his head.
