I
Soft
and slow, sweet and low,
Are
the songs of long ago.
Who
would dare to compare
Them
with the modern romping air.
Chorus
Then
sing O, sing sweetheart the songs,
For
which my weary heart so longs;
They
are to me the cups of joy
Which
ne’er I’ve tasted since a boy;
They
are to me the healthful glow,
Of
ruddy cheeks, of long ago.
II
Hearts were rung when they sung
Strains where grief was strewn among.
Hearts were thrilled when they trilled
Strains
where joy and love were filled.
Cho.
III
Sweet and low, long ago,
Through my soul they ebb and flow.
Low and sweet, they repeat,
Joy lies kneeling at my feet!
Cho.
IV
Sing them o’er, Heavenly store,
Blessings on thou, sweetheart, pour;
Softly sing, memories cling
Round the old songs, sweetheart sing!
Cho.
Feb.
11, ‘92
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