Oft As I Hear Thee, Wrapt In Heavenly Art, The Massive Message Of Beethoven Tell With Thy Ten Fingers To The People'S Heart As If Ten Tongues Told News Of Heaven And Hell, - Gazing On Thee, I Mark That Not Alone, Ah, Not Alone, Thou Sittest: There, By Thee, Beethoven'S Self, Dear Living Lord Of Tone, Doth Stand And Smile Upon Thy Mastery. Full Fain And Fatherly His Great Eyes Glow: He Says, "From Heaven, My Child, I Heard Thee Call (For, Where An Artist Plays, The Sky Is Low): Yea, Since My Lonesome Life Did Lack Love'S All, In Death, God Gives Me Thee: Thus, Quit Of Pain, Daughter, Nannette! In Thee I Live Again." Baltimore, 1878.