VERSE

Though you've decided that our love is wrong
And think that we should part,
It seems as though I have loved you so long,
You'll always be in my heart.

REFRAIN

Is it a sin,
Is it a crime
Loving you, dear, like I do?
If it's a crime, then I'm guilty,
Guilty of loving you.
Maybe I'm wrong,
Dreaming of you,
Dreaming the lonely night through.
If it's a crime, then I'm guilty,
Guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do,
What can I say,

Leona, dear, twelve months ago,
Your pensive soul I scarce did know;
A summer's touch we did require
To wake the strings of love's soft lyre.

Accept this trifle, dear, and know
My blessing glides where'er you go.
May joy with her delightful breeze
Fan all your life, prays Eloise.

(Joe Young alone)

VERSE

Don't be afraid of the future,
All of our plans will come true.
How can they fail with love on our side?
They'll never fail, we won't be denied.
All the world's a symphony
For you,
For me.

REFRAIN

Life is a song, let's sing it together.
Let's take our hearts and dip them in rhyme.
Let's learn the words, let's learn the music together,
Hoping the song lasts for a long, long time.
Life is a song that goes on forever,

VERSE 1

Now won't you listen, honey, while I say
How could you tell me that you're going away?
Don't say that we must part,
Don't break your baby's heart.
You know I've loved you for these many years,
Loved you night and day.
Oh, honey baby, can't you see my tears?
Listen while I say:

REFRAIN

" After you've gone
And left me crying,
After you've gone
There's no denying,
You'll feel blue,
You'll feel sad,
You'll miss the bestest pal you've ever had.

VERSE

What a modern age, modern age, modern age,
The whole world's racing;
Speed is all the rage, all the rage, all the rage,
As we go chasing.
Thomas Edison,
He's the one,
Who's begun
Accelerating.
Now with Mister Bell,
Sam'll Morse as well,
Why keep waiting?

REFRAIN 1

No time to pitch woo now,
The century's new now,
I'm singing my love songs in that new ragtime.
The minute I meet ya'
I send for the preacher
And order those wedding bells to chime.
I'm

Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with sleep,
I saw the one I love, and heard her speak, —
Heard, in the listening watches of the night,
The sweet words melting from her sweeter lips:
But what she said, or seemed to say, to me
I have forgotten, though, till morning broke,
I kept repeating her melodious words.
Long, long may Jami's eyes be blest with sleep,
Like that which last night stole him from himself, —
That perfect rest which, closing his tired lids,
Disclosed the hidden beauty of his love,

Lass, when they talk of love, laugh in their face.
They find not love who seek it far and wide.
Man is a cold, hard brute. Your timid grace
Will leave his coarse desires unsatisfied.

He only lies. And he will leave you lone
Upon your hearth with children to look after,
And you will feel so old when he reels home,
To fill the morning hours with obscene laughter.

Do not believe there is any love for the winning.
But go to the garden where the blue skies pour,
And watch, at the greenest rose-tree's dusky core,

Language has not the power to speak what love indites:
The Soul lies buried in the ink that writes.

UPON HER PROTESTATION OF KIND AFFECTION, HAVING TRIED HIS SINCERE FIDELITY .

I.

Lady, you are with beauties so enriched
Of body and of mind,
As I can hardly find,
Which of them all hath most my heart bewitched.

II.

Whether your skin so white, so smooth, so tender,
Or face well formed and fair,
Or heart-ensnaring hair,
Or dainty hand, or leg and foot so slender.

III.

Or whether your sharp wit and lively spirit,
Where pride can find no place:
Or your enchanting grace,

Labor and love! there are no other laws
— To rule the liberal action of that soul
— Which fate hath set beneath thy brief control,
Or lull the empty fear that racks and gnaws;
Labor! then like a rising moon, the cause
— Of life shall light thine hour from pole to pole,
— Thou shalt taste health of purpose, and the roll
Of simple joys unwind without a pause.
Love! and thy heart shall cease to question why
— Its beating pulse was set to rock and rave;
— Find but another heart this side the grave