Song: Hark! Hark! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

       &nbsp Hark! hark!
       &nbsp Pretty lark!
Little heedest thou my pain!
But if to these longing arms
Pitying Love would yield the charms
       &nbsp Of the fair
       &nbsp With smiling air,
Blithe would beat my heart again.

       &nbsp Hark! hark!
       &nbsp Pretty lark!
Little heedest thou my pain!
Love may force me still to bear,
While he lists, consuming care;
       &nbsp But in anguish
       &nbsp Though I languish,
Faithful shall my heart remain.

       &nbsp Hark! hark!
       &nbsp Pretty lark!
Little heedest thou my pain!
Then cease, Love, to torment me so;
But rather than all thoughts forego
       &nbsp Of the fair
       &nbsp With flaxen hair,
Give me back her frowns again.