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Show Key Notes. I. At the grand piano sitting. Is a musing, dreaming form. Shadows through the dusk are flitting, Elfin shapes of fancy fitting To the eventide, or morn, lingers, stealing o'er the keys," Sound a myriad melodies. II. Music through the bid house ringing Wakes the mem'ries of the past. Old songs in the echoes singing. Old ghosts of the past are winging, Chords of life revived at last. Fingers, fleeting o'er the keys, Rouse entrancing memories." . III. Softly now the music, stealing Through the gathering dusk of night Bears entranced senses reeling In an ecstacy of feeling, Through the land of fancy, bright. Fingers, lingering o'er the keys, Brood enchanting fantasies. IV. Now the tones of life are swelling In a sounding, beating chime. Great thoughts from the soul are welling, well-ing, God-like man's great future telling, To the cadence of a rhyme. Fingers, mastering the keys, Waken Heavenly ecstasies. Frank Rivers Singleton. |