A Song.

Oh, sing me a merry song!         My heart is sad tonight;     The day has been so drear and long,     The world has gone awry and wrong,     Discouragements around me throng,         And gloom surpassing night.     Oh, sing again the song for me         My mother used to sing     When I, a child beside her knee,     Looked up for her sweet sympathy,     Nor ever thought how I might be         Her little hindering thing.     Oh, sing, as eventide draws near,         The old-time lullabys     Grandmother sang - forever dear,     Though in her grave this many a year     She lies who "read her title clear         To mansions in the skies."     Oh, sing till all perplexing care         Has vanished with the day!     And angels ever bright and fair     Come down the melody to share,     And on their pinions lightly bear         My happy soul away.