`` It was called ` The Christmas Harp . ' Would you like to hear it ? It seems to me it would just suit this part of the road . '' `` There is n't anything about -- about ghosts in it , is there ? '' said Cecily timidly . `` Oh , no , I would n't tell a ghost story here for anything . I 'd frighten myself too much . This story is about one of the shepherds who saw the angels on the first Christmas night . He was just a youth , and he loved music with all his heart , and he longed to be able to express the melody that was in his soul . But he could not ; he had a harp and he often tried to play on it ; but his clumsy fingers only made such discord that his companions laughed at him and mocked him , and called him a madman because he would not give it up , but would rather sit apart by himself , with his arms about his harp , looking up into the sky , while they gathered around their fire and told tales to wile away their long night vigils as they watched their sheep on the hills . But to him the thoughts that came out of the great silence were far sweeter than their mirth ; and he never gave up the hope , which sometimes left his lips as a prayer , that some day he might be able to express those thoughts in music to the tired , weary , forgetful world . On the first Christmas night he was out with his fellow shepherds on the hills . It was chill and dark , and all , except him , were glad to gather around the fire . He sat , as usual , by himself , with his harp on his knee and a great longing in his heart . And there came a marvellous light in the sky and over the hills , as if the darkness of the night had suddenly blossomed into a wonderful meadow of flowery flame ; and all the shepherds saw the angels and heard them sing . And as they sang , the harp that the young shepherd held began to play softly by itself , and as he listened to it he realized that it was playing the same music that the angels sang and that all his secret longings and aspirations and strivings were expressed in it . From that night , whenever he took the harp in his hands , it played the same music ; and he wandered all over the world carrying it ; wherever the sound of its music was heard hate and discord fled away and peace and good-will reigned . No one who heard it could think an evil thought ; no one could feel hopeless or despairing or bitter or angry . When a man had once heard that music it entered into his soul and heart and life and became a part of him for ever . Years went by ; the shepherd grew old and bent and feeble ; but still he roamed over land and sea , that his harp might carry the message of the Christmas night and the angel song to all mankind .
At last his strength failed him and he fell by the wayside in the darkness ; but his harp played as his spirit passed ; and it seemed to him that a Shining One stood by him , with wonderful starry eyes , and said to him , ` Lo , the music thy harp has played for so many years has been but the echo XXXXX the love and sympathy and purity and beauty in thine own soul ; and if at any time in the wanderings thou hadst opened the door of that soul to evil or envy or selfishness thy harp would have ceased to play .
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