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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.