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 A sigh for the past when our spirits were
 * purer,

A thought for the days when our heaven
 * seemed surer.

Play it again with its love and its longing, While into our hearts come sweet memories
 * thronging;

And up from their depths spring the hopes
 * that were dying

When the world’s weary burden our spirits
 * was trying.

Call up with your dear hands the notes that
 * enthralled me

When first from my maidenly dreaming you
 * called me.

And play once again with your soul in your
 * playing,

The song that we loved when “we two went
 * a-maying”;

And I will sit near you, my soul in my
 * listening,

My heart beating love-beats, my happy eyes
 * glistening

To see your dear fingers blend sweetness and
 * sadness,

As life ever mingles the grief and the
 * gladness.