Forget a While.
The kindest words only about me were said And restfully thought I, “ ’Tis well to be dead;” I sighed with contentment, so safe did I seem, But, alas for the sigh, for it vanished my dream.
Sing, little bird, oh, sing I How sweet thy voice and clear How line the airy measures ring, The sad old world to cheer ! Bloom, little flower, oh, bloom I Thou makest glad the day ; A scented torch, thou dost illume The darkness of the way. Dance, little child, oh, dance I While sweet the small birds sing, And flowers bloom fair, and every glance Of sunshine tells of Spring. Oh ! bloom, and sing, and smile, Child, bird and flower, and make The sad old world forget awhile Its sorrow for your sake I
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Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 20, 18 December 1906, Page 1 (Supplement)
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133Forget a While. Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 20, 18 December 1906, Page 1 (Supplement)
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