From the Omaha Daily Bee, October 8, 1913.
Go, little song,
Your message bringing
To hearts that long
Have known no singing;
To hearts that hold
No glad tomorrows;
To hearts grown old
With cares and sorrows.
Sing but a lay
Of woodside rambles;
Of autumn day
And berry brambles.
Of gain and pelf
Make men forgetful;
Of thought of self
And worries fretful.
Take back the heart
To babbling fountains—
From street and mart
To storied mountains.
Of rainbow’s end
And golden treasure
A message send,
Perchance of pleasure;
Of country sights
And village steeples;
Of fairy sprites
And elfin peoples;
Of woodland rill
And dancing shadows;
Of daffodil
And sun-shot meadows.
Make young again
The heart that hardens;
Sing of the rain
And old-time gardens.
Go, little song,
For joy intended;
Return ere long,
Your mission ended.
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