If thou wilt not unmask thy counterfeit,

This earth will be the prey of strife once more,

As when primaeval discord held its reign.

The song ended with a deep sigh, and again the listeners remained

waiting attentively for the singer to resume; but perceiving that

the music had now turned to sobs and heart-rending moans they

determined to find out who the unhappy being could be whose voice

was as rare as his sighs were piteous, and they had not proceeded