Heartsong

How the crest-hunting rich and the wealth-seeking wearers of inherited honors and the popularity-seeking and place-hunting politicians whom their promoters half satirically style “great” dwindle when compared with this man, who with a few simple little heartsongs had won the love of children, had found a place in the hearts of those who mourn and hand entered the home and made it the happier and better for his presence!

Many of his lyrics are heartsongs that will chord with human life as long as it has sorrows and aspirations.

“Home, Sweet Home” has been sung by the world's Greatest Artists for the Viotrola; after the class has heard the story of "the Homeless Bard of Home” it may sing this famous heartsong with the band accompaniment on Victor Record 18145.

With hymning we will praise Thee, Our heartsong we lift up to Thee, Thou glorious evermore;

So we, when our Great High Priest shall come, Begirt of power, enrobed of state, And the peoples of ten thousand isles With eager joy His advent wait, Shall hail, with a heartsong of rapture, His step on our sin-furrowed strand ; Shall march, with the grand triumphal throng, In the glow of a God-lit land.

Over life's long trail a-winding, We wend our onward way, Sometimes with spirits broken, Sometimes with heartsongs gay.

All cathedrals, pontificalities, brass and stone, and outer arrangement never so lasting, are brief in comparison to an unfathomable heartsong like this : one feels as if it might survive, still of importance to men, when these had all sunk into new irrecognisable combinations, and had ceased individually to be.

The words he speaks carry a familiar message. He lifts me up to sing my infinite heartsong. He is a musical tone that rings out to embrace the morning sky.