_I’Ll Sing Some Songs For Fame To-Night_

Respected fellow traveler, ’tho I can carol like a bird Dame Fame my voice has never heard. Hear, then, congenial tourist, comrade with delight-- I’ll sing some songs for Fame to-night.

Fame oft has heard the wail of Sadness; Fame knows the lay of Trouble well, Then I will sing for her the songs of gladness, For her, for her, the tale of Joy I’ll tell.