Cir had been a little surprised at her brother's sudden demand that they sing a sad song, and indeed that he wanted to sing at all, but she wasn't complaining. The voices in the room had fallen silent as the siblings wove the tune, and Cir had seen tears spring to the eyes of some of the patrons, even though they did not know the words. This song was one that did not need to be translated for the meaning to be understood.
As the last notes from the harp faded away she saw her brother turn to speak to the little boy that had been standing by them for some time. As the two talked Cir made herself useful, tuning up some of the instruments and giving others a quick dust. It seemed they had been in storage for quite a while.
“But we sing merrier songs too - Oh Sister dear, shall we make them smile as well as weep?"
Interrupted in her task as her brother turned toward her with a Cir sent a mock glare at him rather than a punch and winked at Taffy who grinned back shyly. Still, her brother’s idea was a good one, Dick had asked for them to entertain not to make people cry! Taking up one of the violins Cir struck up a new song, a happier one, and one that was liable to get people dancing with its lively tune.
Behold a wonder here -
Love hath receiv'd his sight,
Which many hundred years
Hath not beheld the light.
Such beams infused be
By Arien in his eyes,
At first have made him see
And then have made him wise.
Love now no more will weep
For them that laugh the while,
Nor wake for them that sleep,
Nor sigh for them that smile.
So pow'rful is the beauty
That Love doth now behold,
As love is turn'd to duty
That's neither blind nor bold.
Thus beauty shows her might
To be of double kind,
In giving Love his sight
And striking Folly blind.