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WHEN THE HEART SINGS

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 17, 1904

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 30, No. 7.

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WHEN THE HEART SINGS.

By Hartford Times

How CAN a mortal help it when the heart bursts forth in song, When the melody is tuggin' at his heart-strings all day long? When the world is all in blossom and the grass is wet with dew, And the bird-song seems to whisper: "Why aren't you a-singing too?"
My heart is full of gladness spite of all the cares and tears, And I try to bury sadness and to sing the song that cheers; But it comes in broken measure—jes' a stanza here and there— For the heart is full of music, but the voice can't catch the air.
O, my heart goes out in pity to the life that plods along, That never stops the sighin' to attempt a verse of song; That never cheers the silence, nor when the night is black Puts forth a single note of love to coax the sunshine back.
How can a mortal help it when the heart bursts forth in song, When the melody is tuggin' at his heart-strings all day long? When the world is all in blossom and the grass is wet with dew, And the bird-song seems to whisper: "Why aren't you a-singing too?" —Hartford Times.