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AS we would touch with soft caress the brow / Of one who dreams, the spell of sleep to break, / Across the yellowed keys I sweep my hand, / The old, remembered music to awake; / But something drops from out those melodies -- / There are some silent keys.
So is it when I call to those I loved, / Who blessed my life with tender care and fond: / So is it with those early dreams and hopes, / Some voices answer and some notes respond, / But in the chords that I would strike, like these, / There are some silent keys.
Heart, dost thou hear not in those pauses fall / A still, small voice that speaks to thee of peace? / What though some hopes may fail, some dreams be lost, / Though sometimes happy music break and cease.
We might miss part of heaven's minstrelsies / But for these silent keys.