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Lawrence Gilman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 25 pages of information about Edward MacDowell.

Universality is just now the philosophical ideal, and it seems to me that America, the composite nation, is the proper center from which such a spirit should emanate.  Why try to foster the limited local idea with regard to music, or any artistic or intellectual pursuit?  Why encourage the production of distinctive American music in a country in which there is not even a distinctive type of face or mode of speech?  Here is a Virginian, descended from an American Indian and an English colonist, living next door to a Plymouth Rock Yankee whose husband is a French Canadian.  Across the street is a German-American born in the Middle West, who is married to a Californian of Spanish lineage.  My cook is an African, yours is Chinese and perhaps your housemaid is Scandinavian, your chauffeur Irish, and so on.  Music, to be effective in such a patchwork civilization as this, would have to be simply music—­universal, composite, international.

MacDowell has created a typical music, typical of himself, not of any locality, and he wished it to be judged as music, not as American music, and the justice of his desire cannot be gainsaid.  Recalling all of the influences of inherited and natural temperament, education, foreign environment and American experience, jealous as we are of his genius, we must admit that he caught in his productions the complexity of his time.  His music is universal and reflects the genius of his contemporaries, as well as that of the older masters, impregnated with his individual creativeness.  He had seeing eyes and hearing ears, and realizing the eternal principle of rhythm and the universality of tone, he caught the keynote of everything related to him in the outer world, with its corresponding relation in the inner or unseen realms, producing compositions that are complete in form, accurate in intellectual grasp and spiritually prophetic.

  He fashioned his own wreath of immortelles,
  With matchless skill. 
  Tones lent themselves with subtle eagerness
  To do his will. 
  Repeat them as his genius did design,
  His pow’r devise;
  No higher tribute to his name and fame
  From us could rise.

POETICAL INTERPRETATIONS

By ELIZABETH FRY PAGE

TO MACDOWELL

  Now, in the darkness, mute, from hour to hour,
  Sits one who lov’d all life, and from the strings
  Of well-tuned harp brought sounds of common things,
  And sang of sea and wood and tree and flow’r. 
  His task all done, fled usefulness and pow’r,
  Through the deep shade his uncurbed fancy wings,
  While with his fame his proud land loudly rings,
  And praise falls on his work in lavish show’r.

  The rosemary we bring, and no rude hand
  The laurel would withhold, the plaudits stay. 
  For him is seen the magic circled wand
  That to creative genius points the way. 
  His music’s bold, true note Time’s test will stand. 
  His age in art begins with cloudless day.

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