BY CARROLL RYAN

I only sing for those I love, Nor care for praise or blaine From lips whose smilings only prove Them heartless, cold, or tame.

But those that love and suffer may Find solace in my songs, For only unto such as they My wild, sad strain belongs.

I will not curb my spirit down To earth or earthly eyes, Nor hang upon the smile or frown Of those I do not prize.

Thave a kingdom of my own, The world and men above, Which is my home, 50 I alone Will sing for those I love.