Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

The breath of accusation kills an innocent name, and leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, which is a mask without it