Day by day I applied myself to the work, and invoked the aid of my
Creator.
My harp was my constant companion. I was a great harpist; and when
gratitude for some new light choked my utterance, I made the harp speak
in accents and in language[1] that gave fresh inspiration to my soul.
[Footnote 1: Musical sounds in Montalluyah have a
meaning as easily understood as spoken words. Our harp
is different to yours, and will be described
hereafter.]