COME TOUCH THE HARP, MY GENTLE ONE.

BALLAD.

Composed, and Respectfully Dedicated

TO

MRS. A. A. T.

BY

E. K. EATON.

Published by permission of Edward L. Walker, 160 Chestnut Street.

Publisher and Importer of Music and Musical Instruments.

Come touch the harp, my gentle one!

And let the notes be sad and low;

Such as may breathe in ev’ry tone—

The

soul, the soul of long ago!

That smile of thine is all too bright

For aching hearts and lonely years,

And dearly as I love its light,

To-day I would have tears.

SECOND VERSE

Yet weep not that, my gentle girl,

No smile of thine has lost its spell;

I so do love thy lightest curl,

Oh! more than fondly well.

Then touch the lyre, and let it wile

All thoughts of grief and gloom away;

While thou art by with smile and spell,

I will not weep to-day.