Alas! they’re both in higher schools than District Number Three.
VI.
So back these various voices come, though long the years have grown,
And sound uncommonly distinct through Memory’s telephone;
And some are full of melody, and bring a sense of cheer,
And some can smite the rock of time, and summon forth a tear;
But one sweet voice comes back to me, whenever sad I grieve!
And sings a song, and that is yours, O peerless Genevieve!
It brightens up the olden times, and throws a smile at me—
A silver star amid the clouds of District Number Three.