And  listen  to  the  breeze's  chime

In  cypress  sweet  and  low ;

Of  you  I  think,  you  know.
Oh,  Helen!  My  Helen!

When  strolling  through  the  meadows  wide,

Or  in  the  tree's  cool  shade,
I've  thought  of  you  and  oft  have  sighed ;

The  flowers  dancing  in  the  glade.
For  such  as  you  were  made,  •
Oh  Helen!  My  Helen!

If  I  could  see  your  beaming  face.
For  just  a  little  while,
When  roving  but  from  place  to  place.
Observing  Nature's  style —

Oh !  for  just  a  smile.
Oh  Helen!  My  Helen!


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TO  WORK

I  meet  a  face  upon  my  way  to  work

Upon  its  way  to  daily  labor  too ;
It  comes  along  with  bounding  rapid  gait

And  passes  me  so  quickly  on  the  street
That  only  for  a  moment  can  I  gaze

Upon  the  flashing  face  with  which  I  meet,

What  kind  of  work  that  face  may  witness  each
And  every  day,  I  only  can  but  guess,

But  it  is  something  with  a  daily  grind

That  prints  upon  that  visage  hopelessness;

I  wonder  if  I  too  am  recognized

And  contemplated  by  that  face's  mind.
TO  LAUGH  OR  TO  CRY

When  you  don't  know  whether  to  laugh  or  cry
I  guess  it's  better  to  laugh.
When  your  best  friend  has  turned  you  down
And  you  feel  as  tho  you'll  die.
And  you  feel  alone  in  a  world  of  woe
And  don't  know  whether  to  laugh  or  cry
It's  better  for  you  to  laugh,  you  know.
