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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