All hope of "clearing up" long spent,
A brave pretense at merriment
To hide the crowding woes;
Salt by mistake, ants in the cake,
And a queen who blows her nose.
A brave pretense at merriment
To hide the crowding woes;
Salt by mistake, ants in the cake,
And a queen who blows her nose.
MY REFUGE
THE day has been long and dreary
With ceaseless patter of rain,
And the dragging hours have brought me
Only some heart-ache and pain.
As I turn my sad face homeward
The night drops down from above,
And my heart is yearning, yearning
For a touch of the arms I love—
With ceaseless patter of rain,
And the dragging hours have brought me
Only some heart-ache and pain.
As I turn my sad face homeward
The night drops down from above,
And my heart is yearning, yearning
For a touch of the arms I love—
The arms that never have failed me,
The refuge to which I flee;
All day 'mid the jar of the city
I dream of them waiting for me,
Dream of their rest and their welcome
After a day of dull care—
Oh, arms outstreched in the gloaming,
Oh, arms of my EASY CHAIR!
The refuge to which I flee;
All day 'mid the jar of the city
I dream of them waiting for me,
Dream of their rest and their welcome
After a day of dull care—
Oh, arms outstreched in the gloaming,
Oh, arms of my EASY CHAIR!
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