"O Master, I would play the violin!
Pray try me! I am really not unskilled!"
The Master with a patient gestured stilled
The ardent voice. "The music must begin --
Seest thou for violins I have no need.
Back to the wood-winds; take thine own bassoon
And play thy part." The strings were all in tune,
The brasses ready. Still the voice did plead
"O Master, I play only three short bars!"
"Thou playest the bassoon well -- no more entreat --
Thy three short bars are needed to complete
The music that shall lift men to the stars!"

O Soul, play well the few notes given thee --
The Master needs them for Life's Symphony.