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MOZART AT THE FIRESIDE.
First mother's and then father's,
And nestles his pretty head
In the shining fur of Silver,
While they pick the barberries red.
And nestles his pretty head
In the shining fur of Silver,
While they pick the barberries red.
At the piano sitting,
One touches the beautiful keys;
Silent they sit and listen
To magical melodies.
One touches the beautiful keys;
Silent they sit and listen
To magical melodies.
Heavenly, tender, and hopeful,
Balm for the saddest heart,
Rises the lovely music
Of the divine Mozart!
Balm for the saddest heart,
Rises the lovely music
Of the divine Mozart!
The children hear the birds sing,
And the voices of the May;
They feel the freshness of morning,
Before the toil of the day;
And the voices of the May;
They feel the freshness of morning,
Before the toil of the day;
But father and mother listen
To a deeper undertone,
A strong arm, full of comfort, seems
About life's trouble thrown.
To a deeper undertone,
A strong arm, full of comfort, seems
About life's trouble thrown.