CHORUS OF SPIRITS OF THE OLD MANSE
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From the dim world of dreams Fraught with shadows and gleams We entreat you and beckon and call.
Heed and harken you well, Lend your hearts to our spell, Let the soul of the Past hold you thrall.
Radiant, mystical, free Unseen spirits were we As we guarded the Manse long ago; Moving soft through each room In the twilight's gray gloom While the fire on the hearth flickered low.
Hope and joy—these we brought; Peace and fair dreams we wrought For the Manse whose bright hearth was our goal.
Oh, then harken you well! Lend your hearts to our spell, Let the tide of the years backward roll.