Sir Michael Costa was once rehearsing with a vast array of
performers and hundreds of voices, when, in the mighty chorus,
amid the thunder of the organ, and the roll of drums, and the
blare of brass instruments, and the clashing of cymbals, he
suddenly stopt and exclaimed, “Where is the piccolo?” That
little instrument had ceased to play, and the great master of
music missed it.
So in life’s chorus, the least man can make or mar it by faithfulness
or neglect. (Text.)
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