Memoria

I'll sit In the shadows lieve. Mixlirct, And listen to .vimi v. hile yon play Somcthhiï Kift o the oUl piano- Something low and gentle, I pray. Ah! that was vrell done, ray Matlget; Xow come sit here on my knce, For my heart is satl with somber thoughts Of the life that la gonc from nio. You tlhl not know, dcar Mftdget, Whon you jilayed lh.it simple air. In my he.'irl. you awnkene:! niemorlea Thut long liad alumbered there. Tlio3( few low chords ofmustc, Tli.it you lure.l from the yellow keys, Bronght to me the tender perfumo Of youth'a glad hope and ease. Tour mothcr ras like you, Madgat, With the same clear, thoughti'ul eyes, And the womanly grace of plcasing 'J 'hut in the soul's piirity lies. "When the angels lxtve her to hervvea, I thought that my soul was dead. And all the joy of living In the pain of bereuement had Ced. Ent out fi-om the tears of nature The rtfüsies ar.d viotets sprinsn And the he:irt draws tret.gth from itssorrovr, And our thoughts to the eartli-life ciüig. We have e.vh other yet, Jl.idget, Tite prWHl ever on ; The spoll of the olI piano ith thi.' sumiller twinght has gontt.