Booth Tarkington,
A Vatican Sermon
(1904)
“ The full joyful voices of the novices rose in the open air over the pulsing instruments. It was as if the young girls had, all at once, bloomed gloriously into music. The people listened intently; yet no one looked at the singers; rarely an eye wandered even for a moment from the Pope. "It is like music set not to words," whispered the little bride, "but to a face." ”
