Nothing he cared what the throngs might say Who passed him unheeding from day to day, For he only longed with his melodies

The soul of the one beloved to please.

The song of war that he sang is as naught, For the field and its heroes are long forgot, And the song he sang of fame and power Was never remembered beyond its hour! Only to-day his name is known

By the song he sang apart and alone,

And the great world pauses with joy to hear The notes that were strung for a lover’s ear.

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