Soft And Softlier Hold Me, Friends! Thanks If Your Genial Care Unbind And Give Me To The Air. Keep Your Lips Or Finger-Tips For Flute Or Spinet'S Dancing Chips; I Await A Tenderer Touch, I Ask More Or Not So Much: Give Me To The Atmosphere,-- Where Is The Wind, My Brother,--Where? Lift The Sash, Lay Me Within, Lend Me Your Ears, And I Begin. For Gentle Harp To Gentle Hearts The Secret Of The World Imparts; And Not To-Day And Not To-Morrow Can Drain Its Wealth Of Hope And Sorrow; But Day By Day, To Loving Ear Unlocks New Sense And Loftier Cheer. I've Come To Live With You, Sweet Friends, This Home My Minstrel-Journeyings Ends. Many And Subtle Are My Lays, The Latest Better Than The First, For I Can Mend The Happiest Days And Charm The Anguish Of The Worst.