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 HEART TO HEART.

Come sign to me some olden song, Some tune that will recall The golden days of childhood, My mother's face, and all.

Some sweet, old-fashioned, simple air, Forever fresh and young; Some melody long handed down, By mother lips long sung.

The song that rose at morning, When the world was clear and bright, And poured in magic music From the mocker's throat at night.

The low, ethereal harmony, The crooning, soft refrain, That mother used, in years gone by, To soothe the aching brain.

The song that seemed to softly float, From soul-lands far above, When mother played the prelude To the deathless hymn of love.

Some olden, golden, lovelit song, Forever fresh and young; Some melody long handed down, By mother lips long sung. 45