Love him, yes, and let him know
That you love him, ere life’s evening
Tinge his brow with sunset glow—
Why should good words ne’er be said,
Of a friend, until he’s dead?
If you hear a song that thrills you,
Sung by any child of song,
Praise it. Do not let the singer
Wait deserved praises long;
Why should one who thrills your heart