Don't Regard Yourself As Too Divine To

Love, And Love Alone, Is Capable Of Giving Thee A Happier Life.

She Was Such A Good Loving Mother, My Best Friend. Oh, Who Was Happier Than I When I Could Still Say The Dear Name "mother," And It Was Heard, And Whom Can I Say It To Now?

Strange, I Feel As If Up To Now I Had Written No More Than A Few Notes.

Yet It Was Impossible For Me To Say To People, 'speak Louder, Shout, For I Am Deaf.' Ah, How Could I Possibly Admit An Infirmity In The One Sense Which Ought To Be More Perfect In Me Than Others, A Sense Which I Once Possessed In The Highest Perfection, A Perfection Such As Few In My Profession Enjoy Or Ever Have Enjoyed.

I Wish You Music To Help With The Burdens Of Life ,and To Help You Release Your Happiness To Others.