Some songs and verses . h sound of fife, and drum, and marching when I found it quick to catch my whim,1 sighed a love song through its shining wiresThat caught the ear of many a listening cradle songs, and softest as one hears beneath the summer vines, 71 72 TheLivlngHatrp When happy mothers croon their babes to rest With fleecy heads upon their snowy breasts. * * ? * Then hands, not mine, swept oer the strings,And tangled the melodies; now soft and sweet,Now swelling to sharp discords on the ear. 9»: :|c 3K He It stands within my halls, where as of old It sto
Some songs and verses . h sound of fife, and drum, and marching when I found it quick to catch my whim,1 sighed a love song through its shining wiresThat caught the ear of many a listening cradle songs, and softest as one hears beneath the summer vines, 71 72 TheLivlngHatrp When happy mothers croon their babes to rest With fleecy heads upon their snowy breasts. * * ? * Then hands, not mine, swept oer the strings,And tangled the melodies; now soft and sweet,Now swelling to sharp discords on the ear. 9»: :|c 3K He It stands within my halls, where as of old It stood; but time has tarnished all the gold. The sounding-board has felt the discords jar. And lost its truthful surface of response. The strings have dropped neath tears to minor notes, And, though 1 search, the tightening key is lost With which to draw them back to harmony. A string has snapped; it jangles on the chord. Yet still it gives forth fitful melodies,— This Harp of Life that stands within my halls. GRETCHEN. WAY in the forest, from tumult and din,Lived a quaint little maid in a queer little name it was Gretchen, and fairer was sheThan many a maiden of higher drawer of water, and hewer of woodWas the father of Gretchen, who bravely withstoodBy his labour the gaunt wolf that prowls at the follows forever the steps of the Gretchen was young, and Gretchen was fair,And the sun wove a tangle of gold in her hair;And her father would sigh as he looked in her eyes,With a prayer that her mother would smile from the skiesOn them both. Then he thoughtfully stroked the fair headTill it seemed twas his Lisa, his bride newly the father dreamed dreams, as he worked all the day,Of the past and a youth that had fleeted away;And his daughter dreamed dreams in her timid young heart, 73 74 Gretchen Such as all maidens do, where the past has no part. She would be a fine lady in velvet and pearls. And a hat with long feathers should crown the gold
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