Admire the artist's genius,
And the poet's praises sing;
But bow before the son of toil
And hail this man—a king.
And the poet's praises sing;
But bow before the son of toil
And hail this man—a king.
It is easy to plan but harder,
We find it alas to do.
We love to dream our beautiful dreams,
He lives to make them true.
We find it alas to do.
We love to dream our beautiful dreams,
He lives to make them true.
A Love Song
All that is loving and gentle;
All that's unselfish and kind;
All that's forgiving and tender;
All that is pure and refined.
All that's unselfish and kind;
All that's forgiving and tender;
All that is pure and refined.
Mild as an evening zephyr,
Sweet as the blossoms of Spring,
One to give cheer and to comfort,
Joy e'en her presense doth bring.
Sweet as the blossoms of Spring,
One to give cheer and to comfort,
Joy e'en her presense doth bring.
One to be loved, to be honored,
Fortune's sun beaming on high;
Still to be loved, to be trusted,
Shadows tho' darken the sky.
Fortune's sun beaming on high;
Still to be loved, to be trusted,
Shadows tho' darken the sky.
Name pray, this fair, gentle creature,
Has she a fault or a flaw?
Hush! I will tell you a secret,
She is my mother-in-law.
Has she a fault or a flaw?
Hush! I will tell you a secret,
She is my mother-in-law.
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