The Clarinet.
Reading edition
HEN all the sunshine lies behind, And all the dusk before, When friends have turned to foes unkind, And love is love no more; When life is but a cruel ache, And living but a fret, ’Tis then, poor heart, the time to take Your good old clarinet. When wife and child have passed away, And health has broken down; When you are growing old and gray, And Fortune wears a frown,— When to your heart’s despairing cry No answer you can get, ’Tis then, if you are wise, you’ll try Your good old clarinet. Go, victim of life’s battle, go, And, heedless of your scars, Find solace here for all your woe In half a dozen bars. ’Twill reconcile us to our stay Here, where our task is set, To hear life’s million victims play The good old clarinet.
