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A sigh for the past when our spirits were
purer,
A thought for the days when our heaven
seemed surer.
Play it again with its love and its longing,
While into our hearts come sweet memories
thronging;
And up from their depths spring the hopes
that were dying
When the world’s weary burden our spirits
was trying.
Call up with your dear hands the notes that
enthralled me
When first from my maidenly dreaming you
called me.
And play once again with your soul in your
playing,
The song that we loved when “we two went
a-maying”;
And I will sit near you, my soul in my
listening,
My heart beating love-beats, my happy eyes
glistening
To see your dear fingers blend sweetness and
sadness,
As life ever mingles the grief and the
gladness.
