The Last Reader

"The Last Reader" can be found as the second song in Ives's song collection 114 Songs. The verses included in brackets are not included in the song itself.

Date: 1921Composer: Charles IvesText: Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

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The Last Reader
by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

I sometimes sit beneath a tree
And read my own sweet songs;
Though naught they may to others be,
Each humble line prolongs
A tone that might have passed away,
But for that scarce remembered lay.

[I keep them like a lock or leaf
That some dear girl has given;
Frail record of an hour, as brief
As sunset clouds in heaven,
But spreading purple twilight still
High over memory’s shadowed hill.]

They lie upon my pathway bleak,
Those flowers that once ran wild,
As on a father’s careworn cheek
The ringlets of his child;
The golden mingling with the gray,
And stealing half its snows away.

[What care I though the dust is spread
Around these yellow leaves,
Or o’er them his sarcastic thread
Oblivion’s insect weaves?
Though weeds are tangled on the stream,
It still reflects my morning’s beam.

And therefore love I such as smile
On these neglected songs,
Nor deem that flattery’s needless wile
My opening bosom wrongs;
For who would trample, at my side,
A few pale buds, my garden’s pride?

It may be that my scanty ore
Long years have washed away,
And where were golden sands before
Is naught but common clay;
Still something sparkles in the sun
For memory to look back upon.

And when my name no more is heard,
My lyre no more is known,
Still let me, like a winter’s bird,
In silence and alone,
Fold over them the weary wing
Once flashing through the dews of spring.

Yes, let my fancy fondly wrap
My youth in its decline,
And riot in the rosy lap
Of thoughts that once were mine,
And give the worm my little store
When the last reader reads no more!]

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114 Songs

Composer(s): Charles Ives

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