SEET- HOVEN mm THE HOROSCOPE. (On Beethoven). Thou shalt go darkling all thy days With brooding heart, Thou shalt go bitterly thy ways, Bowed and apart. Thy sleepless bed shall be a rack Of twisting pain. Where thy taut soul shall burst and break In gasping strain. Thou shalt be scorned of the grim gods When silence shuts thee round, Thou shall be mocked in all thy prayers With dreams of sound. Long loneliness shall be thy part, Despair be long, And thou, for this, lo! thou shalt take Thine hour of song. D.T.MCAIN5 Presented to the LIBRARY of the UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO by THE ESTATE OF THE LATE MISS LILLIAN M. DENT UNIVERSITY OF TORONTO EDWARD JOHNSON MUSIC LIBRARY (JJiu0tctdn0 EDITED BY FREDERICK CROWEST J. A Passage in the Fifth Symphony.