I cannot sing the old songs
I sang long years ago
For heart and voice would fail me
And foolish tears would flow
Charlotte Bernard
The patient dies while the physician sleeps
The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds
Justice is feasting while the widow weeps
Avarice is sporting while infection breeds
Shakespeare
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave
He passeth from his life to his rest in the grave
William Knox
What is home without a mother
Alice Hawthorne
Water, water, everywhere
And all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink
S.T.Coleridge
I sang long years ago
For heart and voice would fail me
And foolish tears would flow
Charlotte Bernard
The patient dies while the physician sleeps
The orphan pines while the oppressor feeds
Justice is feasting while the widow weeps
Avarice is sporting while infection breeds
Shakespeare
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave
He passeth from his life to his rest in the grave
William Knox
What is home without a mother
Alice Hawthorne
Water, water, everywhere
And all the boards did shrink
Water, water, everywhere
Nor any drop to drink
S.T.Coleridge


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