ESPERANZA.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

TIS not for the love of gold I sing,

Nor yet with the hope of fame;

The prize I would win is a costlier thing

Than wealth or a sounding name.

For whether my theme be light or grave,

My notes be they sad or gay,

The source of my song is the hope that erelong

I may sing your heart away.

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