"UNION!" said the Rocks. "What could be less musical than we, as we
rose in bare crags from the hill-tops, or lay strewn about in huge
isolated boulders in the valleys? The trees which sprang from our
crevices had each its voice; the forests which clothed our sides had
all these voices blended in richest harmonies when the wind touched
them; the streams which gushed from our stony hearts sang joyous carols
to us all day and all night long; the grasses and wild-flowers which
clasped their tiny fingers round us had each some sweet murmur of
delight as the breezes played with them; but we, who ever thought there
was music in us?
"Yet now a human hand has gathered us from moor and mountain and lonely
fell, and side by side we lie and give out music to the hand that
strikes us. Thus we, who had lain for centuries unconscious that there
was a note of music in our hearts, answer one another in melodious
tones, and combine in rich chords, just because we have been brought
together. UNION makes us musical," said the Rocks.