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 ACHEL sings sweet --
 * Oh yes, at night,

Her pale face bent
 * In the candle-light,

Her slim hands touch
 * The answering keys,

And she sings of hope
 * And of memories:

Sings to the little
 * Boy that stands

Watching those slim,
 * Light, heedful hands.

He looks in her face;
 * Her dark eyes seem

Dark with a beautiful
 * Distant dream;

And still she plays,
 * Sings tenderly

To him of hope,
 * And of memory.