ABSTRACT
Singing is such a complete way of pouring out all which is too strong, too deep, and sad and joyous to be kept all to oneself, and then music seems to take away loneliness. Oh, the relief of singing—the glorious triumphant joy of singing sometimes! The wretchedness of wanting to sing when you can't. The thrill of joy in mingling your voice with one whom you admire and love, the feeling of harmony, almost union. How many things does one say in song that must else burn with terrible fierceness.
