BY CARROLL RYAN

I only sing for those I love,

Nor care for praise or blâme 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 earihly eyes, Nor hang upon the smile or frown,

Of those I do not prize.

I hâve a kingdomof my own,

The world and men above, Which is my home, so I alone

Will sing for those I love.