The mournful measures; it would wound
My Muse—the playmate of my youth—
Who taught me early many a truth
From others’ woes, and bid me think
While she supplied the pen and ink.
Speak Kindly.
SPEAK kindly in the morning,
The mournful measures; it would wound
My Muse—the playmate of my youth—
Who taught me early many a truth
From others’ woes, and bid me think
While she supplied the pen and ink.
SPEAK kindly in the morning,