Sung In An Attic

f I could be fanious, thls tswhat I would do : singaud whUtie llke the sea and guie the good ulghl through, Huid y,,u, tting and Haten, dear, To lonely winds ihut croon ; Walch ihti Hiiowilelds gllsten, dear. Out underneath tüe moou. f I could be famous, thls Is whatl would do; Teil the world the tales I read dowu iu your eyes of blut ; 81 ng Uu' tales I read thcre, sweet (Hut uot tor worlds to know- Just to ow the seed ihere, sweet, That love aud falth niight grow.) f I could be famous, tula Is what 1 would do : jüve the ones thnl love me now, and prove n to thera, loo Í Pardon thost thal flont me now, because l Ddeds must Hing, Olve the onen attout me nw My heart- or auythlng. f I could be famous. this is what I would do : Í wou'd philocophlcally my pat Ufe review. I Would likclodolt DUW, In Hits old atllchere, But l know l'd rae ít now, 1Í 1 should try, my dear. f I could bc famous. thls is what I would do : i ive mllk-and-wutery world songn tbat would be ne ! 8 -ngs wltu rlcher blood in them 'l'lian any I have sung - Sooga wlltt the atrung nood in them l'n.tt. hiNiifit niy htiart WUen youug ! T I could be famous, this is what I would do : Muku eveiy day a long sumiuer Sabbath day to you, y OU would forra and my heart take, And soMy cali niy nttineNor ever make my heart break Froiu ihat uld larntshed irume.