ROBERT FRANZ
[1815-1892.]
By sweet love, the angel's gift,
Was Robert Franz inspired
To write sweet songs of home and love
Of which we're never tired.
Since Schubert's time no other man
Produced sweet songs so many
And for a number of these songs
He did not get a penny.
Songs two hundred seventy-nine
This music genius wrote
But ere he died like Beethoven
He could not hear a note.
And with his right arm paralyzed
He could not even play
And Liszt for him gave concerts
He died in abject poverty,
From grief almost insane
But left his songs to cheer us
And drive away our pain.