What shall I do now? My song was going
Like a tide flowing, all Booms beyond;
What shall I do, though, when critics hide it,
And cads deride it who're now so fond?
"Ta-ra-ra" chiding, "Boom-de-ay" deriding!--
Nought is abiding--that's sadly true!
I'll pray for another Sensation Notion.
With deep emotion--that's what I'll do!
(_Gazes mournfully at her unstrung harp, and, smitten by
another reminiscence, sings plaintively_):--