THE POSTMAN.
’Tis almost time for the postman’s ring.Ah! how eagerly day by dayDo we ask—Will he tidings from loved ones bring?From the loved ones far away?Will he come with messages of cheerSent by some loving friend?Or will the tidings be dark and drear,And the lines in sadness penned?Ah! postman! how often does your ringProve only a funeral knell!Alas! how oft does your coming bringA sadness we cannot tell!Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring,There’s sadness, as well, we know;For often, too often, the tidings you bring,Cause tears of deep anguish to flow.Yet we list for the sound of your well known ringEach day as the time comes round.Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring,’Tis ever a welcome sound.
’Tis almost time for the postman’s ring.Ah! how eagerly day by dayDo we ask—Will he tidings from loved ones bring?From the loved ones far away?Will he come with messages of cheerSent by some loving friend?Or will the tidings be dark and drear,And the lines in sadness penned?Ah! postman! how often does your ringProve only a funeral knell!Alas! how oft does your coming bringA sadness we cannot tell!Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring,There’s sadness, as well, we know;For often, too often, the tidings you bring,Cause tears of deep anguish to flow.Yet we list for the sound of your well known ringEach day as the time comes round.Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring,’Tis ever a welcome sound.
’Tis almost time for the postman’s ring.Ah! how eagerly day by dayDo we ask—Will he tidings from loved ones bring?From the loved ones far away?
’Tis almost time for the postman’s ring.
Ah! how eagerly day by day
Do we ask—Will he tidings from loved ones bring?
From the loved ones far away?
Will he come with messages of cheerSent by some loving friend?Or will the tidings be dark and drear,And the lines in sadness penned?
Will he come with messages of cheer
Sent by some loving friend?
Or will the tidings be dark and drear,
And the lines in sadness penned?
Ah! postman! how often does your ringProve only a funeral knell!Alas! how oft does your coming bringA sadness we cannot tell!
Ah! postman! how often does your ring
Prove only a funeral knell!
Alas! how oft does your coming bring
A sadness we cannot tell!
Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring,There’s sadness, as well, we know;For often, too often, the tidings you bring,Cause tears of deep anguish to flow.
Though there’s joy in the sound of your well known ring,
There’s sadness, as well, we know;
For often, too often, the tidings you bring,
Cause tears of deep anguish to flow.
Yet we list for the sound of your well known ringEach day as the time comes round.Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring,’Tis ever a welcome sound.
Yet we list for the sound of your well known ring
Each day as the time comes round.
Though we know not what tidings your coming will bring,
’Tis ever a welcome sound.