FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. 
 
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PUBLIC SCHOOL SOXGS. 
 
 THE LORD'S PRAYER. 
 
 . ^ Our Father who art in heaven, 
 
 "i^ Hallowed | be thy | name : 
 Q 3 Thy kinirdoHi come ; thy will be done 
 ^l On I earth, as it | is in | heaven. 
 
 3 Give us this day our | daily | bread ; 
 . J And forgive us our debts, 
 I As I we for- | give our | debtors. 
 
 .-J And lead us not into temptation, 
 ^ "^ But deliver | us from | evil ; 
 r-j For thine is the kingdom, 
 ^ And the power, and the | glory, ..for- | e 
 and I ever. — Amen. 
 
 REMEMBER HOW MY CHH.DHOOD 
 FLEETED. 
 
 1 . I remember, I remember, 
 
 How my childhood fleeted by; 
 The mirth of its December, 
 
 And the warmth of its July: 
 On my brow, love, on my brow, love, 
 
 Tl pre are no signs of care. 
 But my plensures are not now, love. 
 What childhood's pleasures were. 
 I remember, I remember. &.c. 
 
Then the bowers, then the bowers, 
 
 Were as blithe as blithe could be> 
 And all their radiant flowers, 
 
 TN^ere coronals for me. 
 Gems to-night, love, gems lo-night, love. 
 
 Are gleaming in my hair, 
 But they are not half so bright, love. 
 
 As childhood's roses were. 
 
 I was merry, I was merry, 
 
 ^^^hen my little lovers came; 
 With a lily, or a cherry. 
 
 Or a new invented game. 
 Now Pve you, love, now I've you, love. 
 
 To kneel before me there. 
 But you know you're not so true, love. 
 
 As childhood's lover's were. 
 
 COME, BROTHERS, AROUSE. 
 
 Come, brothers, arouse, let the owl go to rest. 
 
 Oh! the summer's sun is in the sky — 
 The bee's on the wing, and the hawk's in his nest. 
 
 And the river runs merrily by. (^Repeat 
 
 Our mother, the world, a good mother v/as she- - 
 
 Says, to toil, is, to welcome her fare. 
 Some bounty she hangs us on every tree. 
 And blesses us with the sweet air. 
 
 Come dance, lads, come dance, be gay. 
 Come dance, lads, come dance, iads — 
 Away, away, away, away, away, away 
 Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. 
 Come, brothers, arouse, &c. 
 
 And this is the life for a man, a man. 
 
 And this is the life for me, — 
 A prince may boast if lie can, he can. 
 
 But he never was half so free. 
 
 Come, brothers, arouse, &cc. 
 
OH! ILVD 1 WLNGS LIKE A DOVE 
 
 1 . Oh ! had I the wings of a dove, I would fly 
 
 Away from this world of care — 
 My soul would mount to the realms on high. 
 
 And seek fur a refuge there. 
 But is there no liaven here on earth? 
 
 No hope for the wounded breast ? 
 No favorM spot where content has birth. 
 
 In which 1 may find a rest? 
 
 2. Oh! is it not written, "Believe and live?" 
 
 The heart by bright hope allur'd 
 Shall find the comfort these words can give. 
 
 And be by its faith assured. 
 Then why should we fear the cold world's frown. 
 
 When truth to the heart has giv'n 
 The light of religion to guide us on 
 
 In joy to the paths of heav'n? 
 
 3. There is, there is, in thy holy word. 
 
 Thy word which can ne'er depart: 
 There is a promise of mercy stor'd. 
 
 For the lowly and meek of heart, 
 *^ My yoke is easy, my burden light. 
 
 Then come unto me for rest!" 
 These, these are the words of promise stored, 
 
 For the wounded and wearied breast. 
 
 AMERICA. 
 
 My Country', 'tis for thee. 
 Sweet land of liberty. 
 
 Of thee I ^ing; 
 Land where my fathers died ; 
 Land of the Pilgrims' pride. 
 From every mountain side 
 
 Let freedom rinnr 
 
2. My native country, thee. 
 Land of the noble free, 
 
 Thy name I love; 
 I love thy rocks and rills; 
 Thy woods and templed hills; 
 My heart with rapture thrills, 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 3. Let music swell the breeze 
 And ring from all the trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's song; 
 Let mortal tongues awake; 
 Let all that breathe partake ; 
 Let rocks their silence break. 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
 4. Our father's God ! to thee. 
 Author of liberty ; 
 
 To thee I sing; 
 Long may our land be bright, 
 AVith freedom's holy light; 
 Protect us by thy might; 
 
 Great God our King. 
 
 THE BRAVE OLD OAK. 
 
 I. A song of the oak, the brave old oak, 
 
 Who hath ruled in the greenwood long: 
 Here's health and renown to his broad green crown. 
 
 And his fifty arms so strong. 
 There is fear in his froAvn when the sun goes down. 
 
 And the fire in the west fades out; 
 And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, 
 AVhen storms through its branches shout. 
 Then sing to the oak, the brave old oak. 
 
 Who hath ruled in this land so long; 
 And still flourish he a hale green tree. 
 When a hundred years are gone. 
 
He saw the limes when the Christmas chimes 
 
 Were a merry sound to hear; 
 And the squire's wide hall and the cottage small 
 
 Were full of American cheer ; 
 And all the day, to the reheck ^ay, 
 
 They frolickM with lovcsome swains, 
 They are gone, they are dead, in the church-yard laid. 
 
 Hut the tree he still remains. 
 
 Then sing to the oak, &c. 
 
 WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE. 
 
 1. Woodman, spare that tree! 
 
 Touch not a single bough. 
 In youth it sheltered me. 
 
 And I'll protect it now; 
 'Twas my forefather's hand 
 
 That placM it near his cot; 
 There, woodman, let it stand. 
 
 Thy axe shall harm it not. 
 
 2. That old familiar tree, 
 
 AVhose glory and renown 
 Are spread o'er land and sea. 
 
 And wouldst thou hack it down? 
 Woodman, forbear thy stroke! 
 
 Cut not its earth-bound ties; 
 Oh! spare that aged oak 
 
 Now towering to the skies! 
 
 o. When but an idle boy, 
 
 I souirht its grateful shade; 
 In all their gushing joy, 
 
 Hf^re, t«M», my sisters play'd. 
 My ?Mother kissed me here; 
 
 My fit her pressM my hand — - 
 FopTive this foolish tear, 
 
 But let the old ut.k stand! 
 
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 My heart-strings round thee cling. 
 
 Close as tliy bark, old friend! 
 Here shall the wild birds sing, 
 
 And still thy branches bend. 
 Old tree! the storms still brave! 
 
 And, woodman, leave the spot; 
 While I've a hand to save, 
 
 Thv axe shall harm it not. 
 
 CANADIAN BOAT SONG. 
 
 Faintly as tolls the evening chime. 
 Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. 
 Soon as the woods on shore look dim, 
 W^e'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn! 
 Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast. 
 The rapids are near, and the daylight's past. 
 Why should we yet our sails unfurl ? 
 There is not a breath the blue wave to curl; 
 Bat when the wind blows off the shore. 
 Oh sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. 
 
 Blow, breezes, blow, Sec. 
 Uttawas tide! this trembling moon 
 Shall see us float over the surges soon, 
 Saint of this areen Isle! hear our pray'r. 
 Grant us cool havens, and favoring air. 
 
 Blow, breezes, blow, &cc. 
 
 WHEN THY BOSOM HEAVES THE SIGH. 
 
 1. When thy bosom heaves the sigh, 
 \Vhere the tear o'erflows thine eye, 
 May sweet hope afford relief. 
 Cheer thy heart and calm thy grief. 
 
 2. So the tender flow'r appears. 
 Till the sun-beams genial ray. 
 Drooping wet with morning tears. 
 Chase the heavy dew away. 
 
LAND OF MY BIRTH. 
 
 1. Farcwoll. to the home of my childhood 
 
 Farowoll to m}' cottai^c and vino, 
 I go to tlie hmd ot' the straiioer, 
 
 Where |)h\isure alone will be mine. 
 When lifers fleeting journey is o'er, 
 
 And earth a«rain minc^les with earth, 
 1 can rest in the land ot'lhe stranger 
 
 As well as in that of my birth. 
 Yes, these were my feelings at parting. 
 
 But absence soon alterM their tone, 
 The cold hand of sickness came o'er me, 
 
 And [ wept o'er my sorrow alone. 
 
 2. No friend came near me to cheer me. 
 
 No parent to soften my grief. 
 Nor brother, nor sister were near me. 
 
 And strangers could give no relief. 
 'Tis true, that it matters but little, 
 
 Tho' living, the thought makes one pine, 
 ^Vhate'er befalls the poor relic, 
 
 When the spirit has flown from its shrine; 
 But, oh! when life's journey is over. 
 
 And earth again mingles with earth. 
 Lamented or not, still my wish is, 
 
 To rest in the land of my birth. 
 
 EARLY RISING. 
 
 I. See where the rising sun. 
 
 In splendor decks the skies. 
 His daily course begun. 
 
 Haste, and arise. 
 Oh, come with me wliere violets bloom. 
 And fill ine air with sweet pertume. 
 And where, like diamonds to the sight, 
 l)ew-dro})s sparkle bright. 
 See where, Sec. 
 
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 2. Pair is ihe face of morn, 
 
 Why should your eyelids keop 
 Closed when the niirht is gone? 
 
 VV^ake from your sleep ! 
 Oh, svho would slumber in his bed, 
 When darkness from his couch has fled, 
 And when the lark ascends on hig-h. 
 Warbling- songs of joy ? 
 Fair is the face^ &.c. 
 
 TRY, TRY AGAIN. 
 
 1. 'Tis a lesson you should heed. 
 
 Try, try again ; 
 If at first you don't succeed. 
 
 Try, try again ; 
 Then your courage should appear ; 
 P^or if you will persevere. 
 You will conquer ; never fear. 
 
 Try, try again. 
 
 2. Once or twice though you should fail. 
 
 Try, try again ; 
 If at last you would prevail. 
 
 Try," try again ;^ 
 If we strive 'tis no disgrace. 
 Though we may not win the race ; 
 What should you do in that case 1 
 
 Try, try again. 
 
 3. If you find your task is hard. 
 
 Try, try again ; 
 Time will bring you your reward. 
 
 Try, try again ; 
 All that other folks can do. 
 Why, with patience, may not you ? 
 Only kteep this rule In view. 
 
 Try, try again. 
 
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 llOMi:, SWEhVr IIOMK! 
 
 \Miil plovisuH's ami palaces, tlio' wo may ronin, 
 1^' it pvor S() lminl)l(\ ihoro's no plaf«^ lik(» lmnH\ 
 A cliarm from \\\o skies srcins to hallow us llK^rc, 
 Wliicli S(M'k thro' iho world, is noVr iiict with 
 <*lsowh(»rc. 
 
 IIt)ino. hum(\ swoot, swrrl onie, 
 
 \l*} it ever so liuinble, there's ru ulace like Umuw. 
 
 All exile from home, splendor dazzle.- mi vain: 
 Oh! ijive me tiiy lowly thatched cottaire a;4Hir.; 
 The birds siii<rinrr jjaily, that come at my call, 
 (iive me ihem, witli sweet peace of mind, tl.\ir» 
 than all. 
 
 Home lumie. sweet, sweet home, 
 
 lie it ever so humble, there's no place like horn*? 
 
 IIOMDAY SONG. 
 
 1. I'p the hills on a brirrht sunny morn, 
 Voices clear as the bua"le horn. 
 
 List to the echoes as they flow. 
 Here we ufo, we cro, we go ; 
 Come follow, follow me ; 
 ^Ve'll come, we'll come with orlee, 
 Hurra ! hurra ! we're free, 
 We'll come, we'll come with ^lee. 
 
 2. Now by streamlets pearly, pirre. 
 Here we wander free, secure. 
 See how the rippling; waters flow. 
 On they tro. they crn — they ^ro! 
 
 Come, f )llow, follow me, &.C. 
 
 ?i Now thro' the shady vale and grove 
 Joyous, happy, here we rove; 
 List to the sonorster's cheerful lay 
 Happy day, happy day, happy day, 
 Come, follow, follow me, ^c. 
 
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 MVE LA COMPANY. 
 
 1. Where merry friends meet 
 In harmony sweety 
 
 Vive ]a company. 
 Wake right cheerily 
 Th^ song and the glee, 
 
 V^ive la compan^^ 
 U, vive la, vive la, vive la song, 
 
 Vive la, vive la, vive la g'/ee, 
 
 Vive la soni^, vive la glee, 
 
 Vive la company. 
 
 2. AVhen mnsic flows free. 
 Then happy are we, 
 
 Vive la company. 
 For gloomy thoughts flet> 
 From sweet melody, 
 
 Vive la company. 
 0, vive la, k,c. 
 
 3. Then sing ye with me, 
 My merry mates free, 
 
 Vive la company. 
 And oft may it be 
 These hours we see 
 
 Vive la company. 
 0, vive la, Sec. 
 
 AUTUMN. 
 
 1. The summer's departed, so gentle and brief. 
 The autumn is come w^ith its dry yellow leaf; 
 As breath in the valley, its voice in the breeze, 
 Its rich colored hue is spread over the trees. 
 
 '^. In red and in purple, the leaves seem to bloom. 
 But winter, cold winter, hath spoken their doom ; 
 And th(>so that ma}^ seem with the rubies to vie. 
 They Lcll us that beauty blooms only to die. 
 
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 V(t, sad a.H l!io \vliis|XTS (»!' sorrow, its breath. 
 And iDiichintr its hues as tlio <r:irinoiits of death. 
 Still Aiiliiiiin, ilhm«i;h s:i(l and thouirh mournful ii be, 
 Willi fruiis and wiili flowers, is welcome to me. 
 
 BATTLE FIELD OF LIBERTY 
 
 1. List 3'e to the trumpet's call, 
 
 Lo ihe battle field. 
 Many brjve <j;n there to fall. 
 Ere the fite shall yield. 
 Peace in solenm vestments see. 
 Mourns her cruel destiny. 
 Yet her lialmy xevrn can b 
 Only with the free. 
 List ye to, &c. 
 
 2. Who can freedom's cause resi^ ! 
 
 Dear as vital breath ! 
 Sworn are we at honor's shrine ! 
 Liberty or death ! 
 
 Homes and hearths, and altars fair, 
 (Lovo and bliss, and hopes are there,) 
 Native soil, and hills and trees! 
 Can we part with these? 
 Who can freedom's, &cc. 
 
 3. Shouts triumphant rend the air ! — 
 
 Banners proudly wave — 
 Val'rous deeds let fame declare f 
 
 Vict'ry crowns the brave! 
 
 Flock spread hill, and shady dell. 
 
 Fireside and Sabbath bidl, 
 
 Join the festive joy, for lo! 
 
 Fallen is the foe! 
 
 Shouts triumphant. &c. 
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MAY SHOUT. 
 
 1. Oh ! the lovely, lovely May ! 
 Ever welcome, ever g-ay ! 
 
 When by vale and mountain, 
 
 A\Tien by brook and fountain, 
 FlowTets bloom and insects play. 
 In the lovely, lovely May. 
 
 Oh ! the lovely, lovely May ! 
 
 Eve^ welcome, ever g-ay ! 
 Charmiig, charming", charming-, charming. 
 Charming-, lovely May. 
 
 2. Oh ! what verdure clothes the ground ! 
 Oh ! what fragrance breathes around ! 
 
 See, the willows gTowing", 
 
 By the streamlet flowing-. 
 See, the grain is waving high 
 'Neath the blue and cloudless sky, — 
 
 Oh ! the lovely, &c. 
 
 3. Oh! how fresh the morning air! 
 Oh ! how lovely all things are ! 
 
 Birds so gaily singing, 
 W^oods and meadows ring-ing-, 
 Buds and blossoms fresh and bright. 
 Leaves so green, enchanting sight, — 
 Oh! the lovely, &c. 
 
 4. Hark ! the universal shout ! 
 Nature's fairest forms are out ! 
 
 Lambs are bleating, skipping. 
 
 Bees are buzzing, sipping, 
 Walk, or ride, or row the Ixjat, 
 Stand, or fall, or sink, or float, 
 
 Oh ! the lovelv. Sec. 
 
MK.lir WITH THE RIGHT. 
 
 May every yt^ar but draw mc»rc near 
 
 The time when strife shall cease. 
 And irrlh and love all hearts shall move. 
 
 To live in joy and peace. 
 Now si)r;ow rei«^ns, and earth complains. 
 For folly still her power maintains ; 
 
 But the day sluiU yet appear. 
 When the miijrht with the riirht, and Inith shall be. 
 And come what there may, to stand in the way. 
 
 That day the world shall see. 
 
 Let ^ood men ne'er of truth despair. 
 
 Though humble eflorts fail ; 
 Oh! give not o'er until once more 
 
 The righteous cause prevail. 
 In vain, and long, enduring wrong, 
 The weak may strive against the strong : 
 
 But the day shall yet appear. 
 When the might, Sec. 
 
 Though interest pleads that noble deeds 
 
 The world will not regard ; 
 To noble minds, that duty binds. 
 
 No sacrifice is hard. 
 The brave and true may seem but few. 
 But hope has better thincrs in view ; 
 
 And the day will ye^ appear. 
 When the might, ^c. 
 
 GOLDEN EVENING SUN. 
 
 How I love to see thee, 
 
 Golden evening sun ! 
 How I love to see thee, 
 
 When the day is done. 
 
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 2. Sweetly thou recallest 
 
 Childhood's joyous days ; 
 Hours when I so fondly 
 
 Watched thy evening blaze. 
 
 3. When in tranquil glory, 
 
 Thou didst sink to rest, 
 Then what heavenly rapture. 
 Filled my burning breast. 
 
 4. Thus I wished in childhood. 
 
 When I gazed on thee ! 
 Wished my heavenly pathw^ay. 
 Like thine own might be. 
 
 5. Were it mine thus brightly. 
 
 Virtue's race to run ; 
 Mine to sleep so sweetly. 
 When my work is done. 
 
 1 LOVE THE CHEERFUL SUMMER TIME 
 
 L I love the cheerful summertime. 
 
 With all its birds and flowers ; 
 Its shining garments green and smooth, 
 
 Its cool, refreshing showers. 
 I love to hear the little birds. 
 
 That carol on tlie trees, 
 I love the gentle murm'ring stream, 
 
 J love the evening breeze. 
 
 2. I love the bright and glorious sun, 
 
 That gives us light and heat ; 
 I love the pearly drops of dew 
 
 That sparkle 'neath my feet. 
 I love to hear the busy hum. 
 
 Of honey-making bee, 
 And learn a lesson, hartl to learn. 
 
 Of patient industry. 
 
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 I love to soc the ]»lnyful lambs, 
 
 vSo innocent and n;ay; 
 J lovo the faiiliful, watchful dog. 
 
 Who g-uards thf^ni niirht and day. 
 ] love to go to scliool, and learn 
 
 To read, and write, and spell ; 
 I love my teacher's smile to gain, 
 
 And get my lessons well. 
 
 I love to think of Ilim who made 
 
 These pleasant things for me, 
 AVho gave me life, and health, and strength. 
 
 And eyes that I might see. 
 i love the holy Sabbatii day. 
 
 So peaceful, calm and still ; 
 And oh ! I love to go to church. 
 
 And hear my Maker's will. 
 
 GOD SPEKD THE R1GH'1\ 
 
 1. Now to heaven our prayer ascending, 
 God speed the right ; 
 In a noble cause contending, 
 
 God speed the right. 
 Re our zeal in heaven recorded, 
 With success on earth rewarded, 
 God speed the right. 
 
 ^2. Be that prayer again repeated — 
 God sjieed the right ; 
 Ne'er despairing, though defeated 
 
 God speed the right. 
 Like the g(K)d and great in story. 
 If we fail, we fail with glory : 
 God speed the risfht. 
 
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 3. Patient, firm and persevering : 
 
 God speed the right ; 
 Ne'er the event nor danger fearing ; 
 
 God speed the right. 
 Pains, nor toils, noi trials heeding, 
 And in heaven's time succeeding — 
 
 God speed the right. 
 
 4. Still our onward course pursuing ; 
 
 God speed the right ; 
 Every foe at length subduing ; 
 
 God speed the right. 
 Truth our cause, what'er delay it. 
 There's no power on earth can stay it; 
 
 God speed the right. 
 
 MAY'S LOVELY MORNING. 
 
 L How sweet is the pleasure on May's lovely moniing, 
 To rove o'er the meadows all blithesome and free ! 
 With garland of flowers our temples adorning. 
 
 And dancing and singing with high merry i^lee. 
 There's pleasure in freedom, whatever the season, 
 
 That makes every object look lovely and fair; 
 Then surely for pleasure we have a good reason, 
 For freedom has blest us and freed us from care. 
 La la la, &c. 
 
 2. O let us this Ma5'"-day dispel all our sadness, 
 
 And o;ive to the winds every sorrowing clone" ; 
 Let's fill up our pleasure, and pour forth our gladness 
 In songs that shall echo them loud and more loud. 
 There's pleasure in freedom. Sec. 
 
 8. All nature in beauty and splendor is shining. 
 
 The hill and the valley are lovely and bright. 
 From earliest morning to evening's declining. 
 
 There's nought that appears, but it gives us delight. 
 There's pleasure in freedom, &c. 
 
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 AWAY WITH iSIELANCIIOLY. 
 
 1. Away with melancholy. 
 
 Nor (iulcfiil chanijo; ^i^CC, 
 On life and human folly. 
 
 But morrily, morrily sinir, la la 
 Come on, yo rosy hours. 
 
 Gay smilin<4' moments hrincr 
 We'll strew the way \vith tlinvers. 
 
 And merrily, merrily sin*^, la la 
 
 2. Tlien what's the use of sii^hin^, 
 
 While time is on the winorj 
 Can we prevent hisflyinir? 
 
 Then merrily, merrily sin^r, la la. 
 If <rriefs, like April showers, 
 
 A moment's sadness hrinir, 
 Joys soon succeed like lL)Wf'r3, 
 
 Then cheerily, cherrily sing, la la. 
 
 3. The rose its bloom refuses, 
 
 If plucked not in the spring; 
 Life sjon its fragrance loses. 
 
 Then cheerily, cheerily sing, la la. 
 Fly, fly, all dull emotion. 
 
 All care away we fling, 
 Pure joy is our devotion. 
 
 Then cheerily, cheerily sing, la la. 
 
 GOD SAVE THE STATE. 
 
 1. God bless our native land, 
 P^'irm may she ever stand. 
 
 Thro' storm and ni<rht! 
 When the wild tempests ravej 
 Ruler of wind and wave! 
 Do thou our country save. 
 
 By thy great might. 
 
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 2. For her our prayer shall rise. 
 To God alcove the skies 3 
 
 On Hirn we wait. 
 Lord, hear our nation's cry. 
 Be thou forever nigh. 
 May freedom never die : 
 
 God save the State. 
 
 FLOVf GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. 
 
 1. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; 
 Flow orently, Pll sing thee a song in thy praise; 
 My 2^Iary's asleep by thy murmuring stream; 
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 
 Thou dove, whose soft echo resounds from the hill. 
 Thou green-crested lapwing, with noise loud and 
 
 shrill, 
 Ye wild whistling warblers, your music forbear, 
 I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. 
 
 2. Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides. 
 And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; 
 There, oft as mild evening weeps over the lea. 
 Thy sweet scented gTOves shade my Mary and me 
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes: 
 Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; 
 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream. 
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 
 
 LOVE OF TRUTH. 
 
 My days of youth tho' not from folly free, 
 I prize the truth, the more the world I see 
 ril keep the straight and narrow path, and le.-^-! 
 
 where'er it may. 
 The voice of truth Pll follow and obey. 
 
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 ti. My fviutstcps Irad, O truth, and mould my will 
 In word and deed my duty to tuUil; 
 Dishonest arts, and scllish aim3 to trutli can 
 
 ne'or belong. 
 No deed ol' mine, shall be a deed of \vron<j. 
 
 3. The strength of youth, we see it soon decay, 
 But stronfT is truth, and stronj^er every day; 
 Thouo^h falselioods seem a mighty power whicSi 
 
 we in vain assail. 
 The jx)wer of truth will in the end prevail. 
 
 WORK AWAY. 
 
 1. I remember a lesson which was not thrown away; 
 Learn betimes to be of use, don't lose too much time 
 
 in play; 
 Work away while you're able, work away, work 
 away. 
 
 2. Hands were made to be useful, if you tes S them ihe 
 
 way ; 
 Therefore for yourself or neighbor, make them use- 
 ful every day ; 
 
 Work away, Sec. 
 
 3. And to speed with your labor make most of to-day, 
 \V'hat may hinder you to-morrow it's imjxjssible to say ; 
 
 Work away, ^c. 
 
 4. As for grief and vexation, let thom come when they 
 
 may. 
 When your heart is in your labor, it will soon be 
 light and gay ; — 
 
 Work away, Sec. 
 
 5. In the world would you prosjvr, then this counsel 
 
 obey. 
 Out of debt is out of danger and no creditors to p2/ : — 
 Work away, S^c. 
 
6. Let your own hands sup])ort you till your stienfi^ih 
 shall decay. 
 And your heart should never fail you, even when 
 your hair is gray : — 
 
 Work away, &,c. 
 
 JOY. 
 
 1 . Laughing and singing. 
 Dancing and springing. 
 
 Merrily laugh now, yes, laugh while you may. 
 
 Shrouded in sorrow, 
 
 Dawneth to-morrow. 
 Then let the moments pass gaily to-day. 
 
 2. Ever be striving. 
 Usefully living. 
 
 All that is goofi and is noble to learn. 
 
 Seasons are flyir^g. 
 
 Many are dying. 
 Virtue's flame brightly then ever should bum. 
 
 3. While on earth dw^elling. 
 Banish each feeling 
 
 Luring the soul from the path of the wise. 
 
 Laughing and singing. 
 
 Dancing and springing. 
 Now" let all voices in gladness arise. 
 
 A LITTLE WORD. 
 
 L A little word in love expressed, 
 A motion or a tear. 
 Has often healed a heart depressed. 
 And made a friend sincere. 
 
 2. A word, a look, has crushed to earth 
 Full many a budding flower. 
 Which, had a smile but owned its birth 
 Would bless life's darkest hour. 
 
TIkmi deem it not an idle ihini;, 
 
 A pleasant word to si)eak ; 
 Tiie t'ace you wear, Xhv, thoiiirhtr; y(»u hrirvjr, 
 A heart may heal or break. 
 
 THE FLOWERS. 
 
 1. How lovely are tiie llowers, 
 
 Tliat in the valley smile; 
 
 Tiiey seem like Ibrms ofancjels. 
 
 Pure, and free from giiile; 
 
 2. But one thin^ mars their beauty. 
 
 It does not always last : 
 They droop, and fade, and wither, 
 Ere the summer's past. 
 
 3. And I am like the flower. 
 
 That blooms in fran^rant May ; 
 When days of sickness find me. 
 Then 1 fade away. 
 
 4. Then let me seek the beauty. 
 
 That innocence can «j^ive: 
 For when this life is over. 
 That will ever live. 
 
 THE BLUE BIRD'S SONG. 
 
 1. I dwelt in climes where flowers blo<:)m. 
 And knew no chill, no wintry toinb: 
 A joyous land, where one mitrht stay, 
 l^nt home, sweet home was far away, 
 
 •J. I sat u\X)U the topmost l)ouy;h 
 At peep of dawn, as I do now. 
 And tried to sintr a cheerful lay. 
 But ni) — 'twas ever *' far away.'' 
 
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 3. I loved that land of fruit and flowers^ 
 
 VV^here spring- and summer twine theii bowers 
 And gentle zephyrs round them play. 
 But my birth- tree was *^far away.'^ 
 
 4. The brook came laughing down the dell. 
 Yet sad to me its joyous swell; 
 
 And though its chime made others gay, 
 I only thought of "far aw^ay.'' 
 
 5. And now returned, how dear the hours. 
 Though chill the wdnd and bare the bowers; 
 Yet this is home — and that sad lay 
 
 I sing no more of "far away. ^' 
 
 THE PUBLIC SCHOOL. ' 
 
 1. We are all learning, learn, learn, learning, 
 
 We are all learning at the Public School — 
 And a pleasant time have we, a busy, busy band. 
 
 All joyous in the blessings of Freedom's happy land. 
 For we're all training, train, train, training. 
 For we're all training at the Public School. 
 
 2. We are all learning, learn, &:c. 
 
 We first come to school to learn our letters well. 
 Then dov/n we lay our primers and join the class to 
 spell. 
 And we're all spelling, spell, &c. 
 
 3. We are all learning, learn, &c. 
 
 From easy words to harder ones, on we proceed. 
 And soon we are able to join the class and read. 
 Then we're all reading, read, &c. 
 
 C We are all learning, learn, &c. 
 
 And as we advance the words on w^hich we look. 
 We love to trace so neatly all in our copy-book; 
 Then we're all waiting, write, &c. 
 
'. We are all loarninnr, learn, &.c. 
 
 Then ^vc^•o frraminar and arithmetic lessons not a few 
 (leojrrapliy and ma|>s, besides a dozen things we do, 
 So we're all workiufj, work, &c. 
 
 6. We are all learninjr, learn, &c. 
 
 When weary with our toil, then music is the thing. 
 Just suited to revive us, so we all learn to sing, 
 And we're all singing, sing, kc. 
 
 'TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 
 'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone j 
 All her lovely companions are faded and gone; 
 No flower of her kindred, no rose-bud is nigh. 
 To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh fur sigh. 
 
 I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem; 
 Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them: 
 Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er thy bed, 
 Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead. 
 
 So soon may I follow when friendships decay, 
 And from love's shining circle the gems drop away! 
 When true hearts lie withered, and fond ones are flown. 
 Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone. 
 
 THE LIGHT-HOUSE. 
 
 1. The scene was more beautiful far to my eye, 
 Than if day in its pride had arrayed it. 
 The land breeze blew mild, and the azure arched sky. 
 
 Looked pure as the spirit that made it; 
 The murmur rose soft as I silently gazed 
 
 On the shadowy wave's playful motion, 
 From the dim, disLint hill, till the light-houre fire 
 blazed, 
 Like a star in the midst of the ocean. 
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 . Nu lono-or the j^y in the sailor Ijov'.s breast 
 
 Was lieard in his wildly breathed numbers: 
 The sea-bird had flown to her wave (girded nest : 
 
 The fishernian sunk to his slumbers. 
 One monaent I looked from the hill's gentle slope, 
 
 All hushed was the billow's commotion. 
 And thoutrht that the light-house looked lovely us hope 
 
 That st^r of life's tremulous motion. 
 
 . The time is long past, and the scene is afar. 
 
 Yet when my head rests on its pillow. 
 Will memory sometimes rekindle the star 
 
 That blazed on the breast of the billow: 
 In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies 
 
 And death stills the heart's last emotion; 
 Oh. then may the seraph of mercy arise. 
 
 Like a star on eternity's ocean. 
 
 COME, COME AWAY. 
 
 O come, come away, from labor now reposing: 
 Let busy care aw^hile forbear, 
 
 O come, come away. 
 Come, come, our social joys renew. 
 And there where trust and friendship grew 
 Let true hearts welcome you, O come, come away. 
 
 From toil and the cares on which the da}' is closing 
 The hour of eve, brings sw'eet reprieve 
 
 come, come away. 
 O come where love will smile on thee, 
 And round its hearth will gladn&ss be. 
 And time fly merrily, O come, come away. 
 
 While sweet Philomel the weary traveller cheering, 
 Willi ev'ning songs her note prolongs. 
 
 O come, come away. 
 In answering songs of sympathy 
 We'll sing in tuneful hannony. 
 Of hope, joy, lil)erty, come, come away 
 
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 Tlio ljrl;rht (lay is <r<)Mo, the m(K)n and blars appearintr, 
 Willi silver liirlit illunui thn ni^rht, 
 
 O come, coin(} away, 
 C'omo join your prayers willi ours; address 
 Kind heaven our peaceful homes to hh*ss, 
 \\'iih health, liopc, happiness, O come, come away. 
 
 THE FLOWER OF FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 1. The flower of tViendsliip most fair to behold 
 Is dearer to me than is silver and ^(jld ; 
 
 For when it is worn on the true feelinrr breast. 
 It lulls the rude changes that toil us to rest. 
 In life's jrloomy hours the heart it keeps up. 
 And tempers the «Tall in adversity's cup. 
 And tho' we are borne on her storm-troubled sea, 
 Kv'n there this sweet flower a solace shall be. 
 
 2. It shareth our lot in whatever abode; 
 
 It shines on our smooth and our difficult road, 
 And tho' ev^i hope may at length fade away. 
 This flower still bhjssoins and knows no decay. 
 (>, ble^ssed be the hour in which it was found. 
 The sweet llower ()( fricinLslii])! O! may it abound I 
 And blessed be the hand which first gave it to me. 
 Thro' life, my companion it ever shall be. 
 
 MUSING ON NATURE. 
 
 1. Lone and still beside the streamlet. 
 
 On the tufted verdant sod, 
 Glad I muse on scenes of nature. 
 
 Spread by great creatii)n's God. 
 Sweet and clear along the valley. 
 
 Sounds the lot'ty steeple bell. 
 Thoughts of realms above awaking. 
 
 Where the blest in glory dwell. 
 
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 2. Yf^s, amid the streamlets murmur, 
 
 Can 1 hear the notes of love, 
 Notes that t^ll how great His goodness. 
 
 Who has bid its waters move; 
 In the blushing rose's beauty 
 
 Can I also see his hand; 
 \Velcome is the dewy fragrance. 
 
 Shed around at his conmiand. 
 
 6. Oh, how bright and pure the twinkling, 
 
 iShed from all the starry train ; 
 Oh, how sweet that nightly stillness, 
 
 Hov'ring now o'er hill and plain; 
 Night! thou dear and lovply emblem. 
 
 Heaven's ethereal good to tell, 
 Tliee I hail with grateful feeling, 
 
 Sign of peace, my woes to quell. 
 
 4. Where, oh where, in vale or mountain, 
 
 ^Vhere, in forest or in field, 
 •Where, in earth or heaven above us. 
 
 Is that bond of love concealed? 
 Which has given our cherished being. 
 
 Which has filled our days with joy. 
 Which prepares, at life's declining. 
 
 For tlie orood without allov. 
 
 YOUTHFUL NATION OF THE WEST. 
 
 1. Clime! beneath whose genial sun 
 Kings were quell'd and freedom won. 
 Where the dust of Washington 
 
 Sleeps in glory's bed; 
 Heroes from thy Sylvan shade 
 Changed the plough for battle- blade; 
 Holy men for thee have prayed — 
 
 Patriot martyrs bled. 
 
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 ('rownlfss Jiulah mourns in jrliKui:- 
 Grcece lios sluiiibViii^ in the tonitv 
 Ktune hntli slu)rn hvr ean;le-pliime- 
 
 Losl hor con(inorinir name; 
 Youthful nation of tlio wt^t. 
 Rise! witii tru(T irrcalnoss blest, 
 Sainted bands iVum realms of rest, 
 
 Waleli tiiy bri^ht^iinjjr fame. 
 
 Empire of the brave and free! 
 Stretch thy sway from sea to sea. 
 Who shall bid thee bend the knee 
 
 To a tyrant's throne ? 
 Knowledjre is thine armor bright. 
 Liberty thy beacon li^rht, 
 God himself thy shield of mij^ht — 
 
 Bow to Him alone. 
 
 AULD LANG SYNE AT SCHOOL. 
 
 1. Shall school ac(|uaintance be forgot. 
 
 And never brounrht to mind ? 
 Shall school acquaintance be forgot. 
 
 And days of lang syne ? 
 For auld lang syne at school. 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 We'll have a tho't of kindness yet. 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 2. We oft have run alxjut the fields. 
 
 And culled the flowers fine; 
 We'll ne'er forget these hours, when they 
 
 Are auld lang syne, 
 For auld lang syne at school, 
 
 Fv»r auld lang syne. 
 We'll have a tho't of kindness yet. 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
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 3. We oft have cheered each other's task. 
 
 From mora to day's decline; 
 But memory's night shall never rest. 
 
 On auld lang syne. 
 For auld lang syne at school. 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 We'll have a tho't of kindness yet. 
 
 For auld lang- syne. 
 
 4. Tlien take the hand that now is warm. 
 
 Within a hand of thine; 
 No distant day shall loose the 'rrasp 
 
 Of auld lang syne. 
 For auld lang syne at school. 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 We'll have a tho't of kindness yet. 
 
 For auld lang syne. 
 
 BEFORE ALL LANDS IN EAST OR WEST. 
 
 L Before all lands in east or west, 
 1 love my native land the best, 
 
 With God's best gifts 'tis teeming; 
 No gold nor jewels here are found. 
 Yet men of noble souls abound. 
 
 And eyes of joy are beaming. 
 
 2. Before all tongues in east or west, 
 I love my native tongue the best, 
 
 Though not so smoothly spoken, 
 Nor woven with Italian art; 
 Yet when it speaks from heart to heart. 
 
 The word is never broken. 
 
 3. Before all people east or west, 
 1 love my countrymen the best, 
 
 A race of noble spirit : — 
 A sober mind, a generous heart. 
 To virtue trained, yet free from art. 
 
 They from their sires inherit. 
 
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 To all the world I i;ive my hand, 
 My heart I o;ive my native land, 
 
 1 seek her <i;()()(l, her jJ^lory; 
 I honor every nalion'S name, 
 Respect their fortune and their fame. 
 
 But 1 luve the land that hore me. 
 
 MUSIC OF NATURE. 
 
 1. There's music in the midnigrlii hreeze, 
 
 There's music in the morn ; 
 The day-beam and the identic eve 
 
 Sweet sounds have ever borne. 
 The valley hath its welcome notes. 
 
 The c^rove its tuneful throntr, 
 And ocean's mighty caverns teem. 
 
 With nature's endless song. 
 There's music, &.c. 
 
 2, The winds that sweep the mountain toj 
 
 Their joyous echoes bear ; 
 Younor zephyrs on the streamlet play. 
 
 And make sweet music there. 
 With rustling sound the forest leaves 
 
 liend to the passing breeze; 
 And pleasant in the busy hum 
 
 Of flower-seekino bees. 
 
 There's music, Sac. 
 
 o. The heart, too, hath its thrilling chords 
 And feeling is the fount — 
 From which inspiring melodies. 
 To heaven in gladness mount. 
 Why nature's music? but that man 
 
 May join the myriad throng. 
 Of all her glorious works in one 
 Harmonious burst of s^jng. 
 
 There's music, &cc. 
 
SWEET MAY. 
 
 1 . And sweetly might you hear 
 
 The burden of the lay. 
 As with their voices singing clear. 
 There sang a band of sisters dear, 
 
 Come forth, come forth, come forth, sweet May. 
 
 2. The insect on the wing. 
 
 The bird upon the spray. 
 The wdld flowers landing o'er the rill 
 The tree whose leaves are folden still. 
 
 All sing, all sing, come forth, sweet May. 
 
 3. Now burst from every grove, 
 
 2V chorus sweet and gay. 
 From birds on every hanging bough. 
 Singing their sweetest carols now% 
 
 Come forth, come forth, come forth, sweet JNIay. 
 
 4. And still the sisters here. 
 
 Sang on the chorus gay. 
 Come forth, sweet May, with flowers bound, 
 Of all the months that circle round. 
 
 Come forth, come forth, come forth, sweet May 
 
 WATER NYMPHS. 
 
 From the Oratorio of the Revellers. — Hexciti 
 
 1. Wliere the gushing w^aters, flow, 
 Kissing flowerets as they go; 
 Gently — slyly stealing on, 
 Hidden from the noon-day's sun. 
 
 There you'll find us merrily — 
 Pretty water spirits, w-e. 
 
 2. Where the spray is dashing high, 
 To the cat'racts melody; 
 
 And the billows wildly roar 
 On the dark and rocky shore. 
 There you'll S^c 
 
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 8. Wlipro tho crystal fountain jjlays, 
 JSinirin<r mystic- nmndclays; 
 \Vhere the friends of tciiip'ranoe meet 
 In cumnmniun stronfr and sweet. 
 There you'll, &c. 
 
 GONDOLA SONG. 
 
 As jT-nily o'er tho sea we ijlide. , 
 
 ^^'hpn all is still at evenincr tide. 
 We'll sinfT unce more our native song. 
 As merrily we irlido alunir. 
 ^Ve'll strike the light and fray g-uitar. 
 Its jcA'ous tone will sound atar, 
 And wafted over the moon-lit sea. 
 Our merry evening song shall be. 
 As gaily, &,c. 
 
 I've seen the plains of Switzerland, 
 Its lowly cots and smooth glaciers. 
 But nought can equal fatherland. 
 Bright Venice and her gondoliers. 
 Then sing once more the plaintive strain 
 Fond memory never hears in vain. 
 As swiftly through the sparkling foam 
 We steer our gay gondola home. 
 As gaily, &lc. 
 
 BONNIE BOAT, 
 
 1. swiftly glides the honnie boat. 
 
 Just parted from the shore. 
 And to the fisher's chorus note. 
 
 Soft moves tho dipping oar; 
 These toils are Ixjrne with happy cheer. 
 
 And ever may they speed; 
 That feeble ai^e and lielpmate dear, 
 
 Ar.d lender bairnics feed. 
 
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 2. \Vp casi our Jines in Larnro bay, 
 
 Our nets are lloating- wide; 
 Our bonnie boat with yield in <t sway 
 
 Rocks lightly on the tide; 
 And happy prove our daily lot, 
 
 Upon the summer sea. 
 And blest on land our kindly cot. 
 
 Where all our treasures be. 
 
 3. Now safe arrived on shore, we meet 
 
 Our friends with happy cheer; 
 And with the fisher's chorus greet 
 
 All those we hold most dear; 
 With happy cheer the echoing cove 
 
 Repeats the chanted note; 
 As homeward to our cot w^e move, " 
 
 Our bonnie, bonnie boat. 
 
 THE W'ATCHER. 
 
 1 . The night was dark and fearful. 
 
 The blast swept wailing by, 
 A watcher, pale and tearful, 
 
 Looked forth with anxious eye; 
 How wistfully she gazeth, 
 
 No gleam of mom is there, 
 Her eyes to heaven she raiselh. 
 
 In agony of prayer. 
 
 2. Within that dwelling lonely, 
 
 W^here want and darkness reign. 
 Her precious child, her only. 
 
 Lay moaning in his pain, 
 And death alone can free him. 
 
 She feels that this must be. 
 But oh, for morn to see him 
 
 Smile once ajrain on me. 
 
3. A hundrod lijrhts arc iriaiiciiijr 
 
 In yonder mansion lair. 
 And merry feet are dancin;r 
 
 They lieed not morning lliere; 
 () younir and joyous creatures. 
 
 Our lanij) from out your store, 
 Would give that poor boy's fealures 
 
 To his mother's gaze once more. 
 
 4. The morning* sun is shining, 
 
 She heedeth not its ray ; 
 Beside her dead reclining 
 
 The pale dead mother lay, 
 A smile her lips were wreathing, 
 
 A smile of hop^ and love. 
 As tho' she still were breathing. 
 
 There's light for us above. 
 
 THE PLOUGH BOY. 
 
 1. Wlien winds olow fresh and purely. 
 
 Arid hlassoms load the air. 
 And green trees wave their leafy boughs. 
 
 And all aiound looks fair, 
 I ply my daily labor. 
 
 And work till night has come. 
 And then return contented. 
 
 To rest myself at home. 
 
 2. How sweet unto the weary 
 
 Is such un vexed re|)ose. 
 When evening's lengthened shadows 
 
 Around our cottage close; 
 With ipiiet in our b(^ims. 
 
 We sit in twilight shades. 
 And watched the crimson radiance 
 
 .Vs tVom the west it fades. 
 
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 3. Again our hardy sinews 
 Are bent to manly toil, 
 Again we mow the wavinnr arass 
 
 Or plough the dewy soil. 
 And ever when our labors 
 
 For the day are past and done. 
 We siL beside our cottage door 
 And watch the settinor sun. 
 
 PROCRASTINATION. 
 
 1. '^^Not to-day, we'll do it to-morriw/' 
 Lazy people say, to their sorrow, 
 
 ** Yes, to-morrow is the best; 
 Then, oh then, how hard I'll labor. 
 But to-day myself will favor. 
 
 Yes, to-day I still will rest." 
 
 2. But to-day's as good as to-morrow. 
 If you wait, 'twill be to your sorrow. 
 
 Every day's its proper task; 
 What is done, I see it plainly, 
 Wliat will come, I look for vainly. 
 
 Then delay I'll never ask. 
 
 3. This before us, that is behind us, 
 Each dull moment sharply reminds us. 
 
 Time that's lost is never found. 
 What is floating down life's river. 
 Take it, or it's gop.e forever — 
 
 JNIoments lost are never found. 
 
 4. Every day I lose for to-morrow. 
 In the book of life, to my sorrow 
 
 Stands, a blank, unwritten page, 
 Well, then, every day I'll labor, 
 Help myself, and help my neighbor. 
 
 In each work of love engaore. 
 
COME! COME! SOI.DIERS COME? 
 
 1 . Come, come, soldiors coino! 
 
 Hark! 'tis the sound of the rolliiijr drum. 
 Come, come, soldiers come. 
 Hear ye the rollin;T drum. 
 
 When duty calls we'll all olx^y, 
 
 'Tis crlory summons us away. 
 
 And honor will our toils repay. 
 
 Come, brother soldiers, come! 
 Come, come, soldiers come, ^cc. 
 
 2. With gallant hearths and ever, ever ready hand. 
 For God and for his home and native land, 
 The valiant, valiant soldier <rladly will obey, 
 The sacred call that summons him away. 
 
 And when, and when the angry strife ol 
 
 battle's done, 
 'Neath freedom's flag the glorious victor}'; 
 
 won. 
 Returning peace, returnincr peace all care 
 
 beguiles, 
 And beauty greets him with her sweetesi 
 smiles. 
 
 Come, come, soldiers come, &c. 
 
 THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. 
 
 How dear lo this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 
 
 When fond recollection presents to my view. 
 The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwo^yi, 
 
 And every luved spot which my infancy knew; 
 The wide spreading pond and the mill which stotd 
 near it, 
 Tlie brid^-e and the rock where the cataract fell, 
 The rot of rny father, the dairy house nigh it, 
 A'.-d e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well. 
 The old oaken bucket, the ir-ju bound bucket. 
 The moss covered bucket that hung in the well 
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 2. The moss covered bricket I hail as a treasure. 
 
 For often at noon when returned from the field, 
 I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure. 
 
 The purest and sweetest that nature could yield, 
 ilow ardent I seized it, wiith hands that were glowincr. 
 And quick to the white- pebbled bottom it fell^ 
 j Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowincr. 
 i And dropping- Avith coolness it rose from the well. 
 
 The old oaken bucket, Sec. 
 
 3 How sweet from the green mossy rim to receive it. 
 
 As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips; 
 / Not a full flowing goblet could tempt me to leave it, 
 Though filled with the nectar that Jupiter sips * 
 And now^ far removed from the loved situation, 
 
 The tear of regret will intrusively swell. 
 As fancy reverts to my father's plantation. 
 
 And sighs for the bucket which hung in the well. 
 The old oaken bucket, Sec. 
 
 LOUD RAISE THE PEAL OF GLADNESS. 
 
 L Loud raise the peal of gladness! 
 
 'Tis Freedom's natal day! 
 Our land that once in sadness, 
 
 Groan'd 'neath a tyrant's sway. 
 In liberty rejoices. 
 
 Awed by no monarch's rod ; 
 Lift high our joyous voices. 
 
 Aye, lift them up to God. 
 
 2. *Twas He, whose wisdom guided, 
 
 The councils of our sires. 
 He o'er our arms presided, 
 
 And He the praise requires. 
 We give to thee the glory! 
 
 Father, for all possessed. 
 That gilds our country's story. 
 
 That, makes our country blesu 
 
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 3. How rich the tliou«^r)it in pleasure! 
 
 No (IcspiU can cunlrol : 
 Bui rii-iitT far ihai treasure. 
 
 The trecdom of the soul! 
 The yoke of Satan broken, 
 
 W'lioni God's own Sun hath freed. 
 His blood the price and token. 
 
 They are free indeed. 
 
 A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. 
 
 J . A life on the ocean wave! 
 
 A hjnie on the rollinjr deep! 
 Where the scattered waters rave. 
 
 And tiie winds their revels keep! 
 Like an eagle cai^ed I pine. 
 
 On this dull unchanirino; shore. 
 Oh o-ive me the flashinnr brine! 
 
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 rhe spray and liio tempest roar. 
 A life, kc. 
 
 2. Once more on the deck I stand 
 
 Of my own switt gliding- craft; 
 Set sail! farewell to the land. 
 
 The gale follows fair abaft. 
 We shoot thro' the siarklifig- foaip 
 
 Like an ocean bird set free; 
 Like an ocean bird — our home, 
 
 We'll find far out on the sea. 
 A life, 6vc. 
 
 3. The land is no longer in view. 
 
 The cluiids Have begun to frown. 
 But wiih a stout vesi^el and crew. 
 
 We'll say let the storm comedown — 
 And iht^ song of our heart shall be. 
 
 While the winds and the waters rave, 
 A life on the heaving sea! 
 
 A home on the bounding wave! 
 A life, &.C. 
 
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 BIRD OF THE GREENWOOD. 
 
 1 . Bird of the greenwood^ oh, why art thou here ? 
 Leaves dance not o'er thee, flowers bloom not near. 
 All the sweet waters far hence are at play, 
 
 Eird of the greenwood, away, away. 
 
 2. Midst the wild billows, thy place must not be; 
 But midst the wavings of wild rose and tree; 
 
 How shouldst thou battle with storm and with spray i 
 Bird of the greenwood, away, away. 
 
 3. Or art thou seeking some brighter land. 
 
 Where by the south wind, vine leaves are fanned ? 
 Midst the wild billows, why then delay. 
 Bird of the greenwood, away, away. 
 
 4. Chide not my lingering where waves are dark, 
 A hand that has nursed me is in the bark ; 
 
 A heart that has cherished through winter's long day^ 
 !So I turn from the greenwood, away, away. 
 
 LOVELY ROSE. 
 
 Of late so brightly glowing. 
 
 Lovely rose, 
 AVe here behold ihee growing, 
 Lovely rose, 
 Thou seem'st some angel's care; 
 Summer's breath was warm around thee. 
 Summer's beam with beauty crowned thee. 
 So sweetly fair. 
 
 The blast so rudely blowing. 
 
 Lovely rose, 
 Thy tender form o'erthrowing. 
 Lovely rose, 
 Alas! hath laid thee low; 
 Now amid thy native bed. 
 Envious weeds with blanches spread. 
 Unkindly grow. 
 
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 .''lu insh'niiiy^ (lew ot' morning, 
 
 Lovely rose, 
 Tiiy infant biuis adoruing. 
 Lovely njse. 
 To the^e sliuil day restore; 
 Zephyrs sufi, that late earessed thee, 
 tlvenino; smiles thai ])arlintr bless thee. 
 Return no mure. 
 
 AUTUx^L^AL SONG. 
 
 1. Now the leaves are faded, 
 Fields with eold pervaded. 
 
 Wear a jiallid liue; 
 Chilly breezes blowing, 
 Icy streamlets llowing, 
 
 Winter's signs renew. 
 
 2. Yet there's much to cheer us, 
 Though the winter's near us, 
 
 \Vhen the autumn comes; 
 Herbs of sweetest savor. 
 Fruits of finest flavor, 
 
 Apples, peaches, plums. 
 
 3. Corn o'ersprcads the valleys. 
 Grapes the garden alleys — 
 
 Yes, and luscious pears. 
 Tinged with golden yellow. 
 Juicy, rich, and mellow, 
 
 Many a hill top bears. 
 
 4. Lengthened evening bringing 
 Times for glee and singing. 
 
 Autumn bids us smile; 
 Calls to social meeting, 
 Bids us, pleasure greeting, 
 
 All ouv cares beixuile. 
 
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 Yes^ we gladly hail thee. 
 Cheers shall oft regale thee. 
 
 Autumn, fount of joy! 
 Pleasures various, waking, 
 Now shall, loudly breaking. 
 
 Swell without alloy. 
 
 THE PILOT. 
 
 1. O Pilot 'tis a fearful night. 
 
 There's danger on the deep; 
 I'll come and pace the deck with thee, 
 
 I do not dare to sleep; 
 '^'Go down," the sailor cried, "go down,'' 
 
 This is no place for thee. 
 Fear not, but trust in Providence, 
 
 Wherever thou may'st be. 
 
 2. ''On such a night the sea engulph'd 
 
 My father's lifeless form; 
 My only brother's boat went down 
 
 In just so wild a storm ; 
 And such, perhaps, may be my fate. 
 
 But still I say to thee. 
 Fear not, but trust in Providence, 
 
 Wherever thou may'st be." 
 
 LITTLE YALE. 
 
 1 . Little vale, w^ith fairy meadows, 
 
 Trees that spread your leafy hands. 
 Flowers clothed in softest beauty. 
 Lovelier far than eastern lands, 
 Yillage home of ever}^ treasure, 
 Thee we sing in strains of pleasure, 
 Yillage in the silent vale, 
 Lovely village! thee we hail. 
 
2. In tliy irrorn and sunny j)asturi^s, 
 
 Nrar lliy bright and glassy streams, 
 Free tVoin care wo iovo U) wander, 
 
 Chet-rM by suninKT's radiant beams. 
 Scenes tjf sweetest recDllection, 
 JSacred to the soul's retlcction. 
 Village in the silent vale. 
 Lovely villager! thee we hail. 
 
 ORPHAN BOYS OF SWITZERLAND 
 
 1. Our cot was sheltered in a wood, 
 And near a lake's green margin stood; 
 A mountain bleak behind us trowned 
 \Vhose top the snow in summer crowned 
 But pastures rich and warm to boot. 
 
 Lay smiling at the mountain's foot; 
 There first we frolicked hand in hand 
 Two infant boys of Switzerland! 
 
 2. When scarcely old enough to knovv 
 The meaning of a tale of woe, 
 'Twas then by mother we were told. 
 That father in his grave was cold! 
 That livelihoods were hard to get. 
 And we too young to labor yet, 
 
 And tears within her eyes would stand. 
 For her two boys of Switzerland! 
 
 3. But soon for mother as we grew. 
 ^Ve worked as much as boys could do 
 Our daily gains to her we bore, 
 
 But oh! she'll ne'er receive them more: 
 For long we watched beside her bed. 
 Then sobbed to see her lie there dead; 
 And now we wander hand in hand. 
 Two orphan boys of Switzerland , 
 
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 HAIL TO THEE, MY NATIVE Li^JSfD, 
 
 1. Hail to thee, my native land, 
 
 Crown M l)y noble towViiig mountains, 
 Sweetly spread thy verdant vales, 
 Fed by gushing, crystal fountains. 
 Fresh from heaven's hand. 
 Hail to thee, my native land. 
 
 2. Ling-ering, spring too late may stay, 
 
 \Vinter, early nip thy blossoms; 
 Frost, may chain thy flowing streams. 
 Snow, may veil thy frozen bosom. 
 
 Yet, wilt thou our love command. 
 
 Hail to thee, my native land. 
 
 3. Other climes may boast their vines, 
 
 Cloudless skies, and lordly towers; 
 Men of honor, sense and worth. 
 Women chaste, and true as ours. 
 
 Blessed by heaven's protecting hand. 
 
 Hail to thee, my native land. 
 
 4. Should the foes of equal laws. 
 
 Dare with impious tongues offend thee. 
 Each true patriot, strong will rise. 
 
 Each heroic arm defend thee ; 
 
 Life and fortune, heart and hand, 
 Here we pledge thee, native land. 
 
 MORNING. 
 
 1. It breaks! it breaks from eastern chambers. 
 
 The golden morning ray! 
 All hail! thou bright and blessed morning. 
 All hail thou new born day. 
 
 2. It bursts! it bursts from eastern chambers, 
 
 A flood of glorious light! 
 He comes! he comes, the sun in splendor^ 
 Victorious o'er the night. 
 
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 I wricomr thoo, O lovely morning! 
 
 And thank ihee, kindly jxjwer. 
 Whoso smile of love bids darkness vanish. 
 
 And wakes the iiiominir hour. 
 
 SONG OF frf:edom. 
 
 J. H. HEWITT. 
 
 1 . Of all the lands of this broad earth, 
 I love my home the best — 
 Its mountains and its mighty streams — 
 
 The empire of the West; 
 Here freedom's smile is ever bright. 
 
 And monarchs have no power. 
 Each man is master of the soil, 
 ^V'ith frc^edom for his dower. 
 
 Hail Columbia, land of liberty! 
 Tiie refuge of the pilgrims. 
 And the cradle of the free! 
 
 2. The poet sings of eastern climes. 
 
 Of skies and waters bright. 
 Of fields that bloom with scented flowers, 
 
 And mountains tippM with light; 
 We've lofty hills and mountains, too. 
 
 Our vales are glad with songs. 
 Our skies are bright with freedom's light. 
 
 We're patriots, right or wrong. 
 Hail Columbia, &c. 
 
 3. They tell of regai robes and thrones. 
 
 Of palaces and towers, 
 But they've not learnt to sing a song. 
 
 So glad and free as ours: 
 Our eagle fans the mountain's peak. 
 
 Our vessels sweep the sea. 
 And wheresoe'er our banner waves. 
 
 Our name is great and free. 
 Hail Columbia, &.c. 
 
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 WELL SPENT DAY. 
 If Pve fulfilled my daily task aright. 
 
 And every duty done; 
 Then joy to me when darkest shades of nighl 
 Shall cloud the sinking sun! 
 
 How cheering, then, how calming 
 
 The golden lingering ray: 
 Then eventide is charming 
 That ends a w^ell spent day. 
 
 But w^oe to him, whose eye, that hour is dim 
 
 With sin remembering tears! 
 No anguish ever can restore to him,, 
 The joys of wasted years! 
 Oh, precious is the power. 
 
 And time that God hath given! 
 May I each passing hour 
 
 Lay up some store for heaven? 
 
 AMERICA I LOVE THEE STILL! 
 
 America, I love thee still! 
 
 There's glory in thy name, 
 There's brightness beaming from thy birth. 
 
 And honor from thy fame; 
 There's beauty in thy naked soil. 
 
 Bespeaking smiles of love; 
 Thy rocks and blooming wilds, proclaim 
 
 Protection from above. 
 
 America, I love thee still ! 
 
 Beneath thy valleys, rest 
 The pilgrims of a tyrant's power; 
 
 Bright eniblems of the blest: 
 And round them clothed in silence, lie 
 
 The mouldering patriot's fame, 
 Embalmed in sacred memory's fire. 
 
 Immortal honors claim. 
 
3. America, I love thre still! 
 
 Thou art my native land; 
 Thy joys, so pure, can ne'er be found. 
 
 Upon a foreign strand. 
 Thoutrh j)leasiire's path and fortune's smiles. 
 
 In other rlimrs seem fair. 
 The brighiesi of their hopes and joys. 
 
 Can nau«rht with thee compare. 
 
 4. America, I love thee still! 
 
 Resplendant rrluries rrleam 
 Throu<rh all thy deeds; the sacred light 
 
 Shall ever he my theme; 
 Pure from the realms of victory's sky. 
 
 The crown was given h) thee; 
 'Midst starry lights eternal stands 
 
 The orb of liberty. 
 
 DUTIFUL CHILDREN. 
 
 1. When men and women we are grown. 
 
 And aged parents need our aid, 
 
 They never shall to strangers go, 
 
 While we c^n work for bread. 
 
 Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no, 
 
 We will not treat our parents so. 
 Oh no, no, no, oh no, no, no. 
 We will not treat them so. 
 
 2. There is a Holy book that says. 
 
 Our parents we must always love; 
 And if we should forget their age. 
 It will be marked above. 
 Oh no, no, no, &c. 
 
 3. There was a wicked son who turned 
 
 His |)oor old mother from his door; 
 And his own child forsook him too. 
 When he was old and poor. 
 Oh no, no, no, &,c. 
 
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 SPRING HAS COME. 
 
 1. Soring has come! spring has come! spring has come! 
 Hark! the feather'd songsters tune their notes of joy. 
 
 Hark! the lowing herds. 
 List! the warbling birds. 
 Gaily smiling, budding, blooming spring has come: 
 Brothers join in the merry, merry chorus. 
 Of nature's thousand feather'd choirs around us; 
 Sf^H, O! see now the blooming scene of pleasure lies before 
 us. 
 Breaks from mountain, valley, field, and lovely grove. 
 [ love to view the valley green. 
 
 The fields with roses sweetly blushing. 
 To hear the bubbling brook go by. 
 The crystal fountain gushing. 
 
 2. Hasten here! hasten here! hasten here! 
 ^\'he^e the fragrant buds their opening odors shed ; 
 
 Where the cowslip drank 
 Bending o'er the bank, 
 (jf'iitly blooming, dipping, sipping, bow'd its head. 
 In the stream sweetly g-ushingr from the fountain 
 Where nature's purest treasur'd stores abounding; 
 S<^e. ! see how the blooming flowers drinking from th<^ 
 fountain. 
 Like the flowers, let us, drinking, freshly bloom. 
 I love to view, &c. 
 
 3. Haste away! haste away! haste away! 
 From the rosy sparkling wine and all its joys : 
 
 To the bubbling spring. 
 Blushing goblets bring, 
 Gently dipping, sipping, blooming buds of joy. 
 On thy cheek then shall rosy health be glowing, 
 With nature's purest stores of treasur'd blessings, 
 St'f, O! see where those treasures to thy bosom gently 
 flowing, 
 Fro^Ti the mountain, valley, field and lovely grove. 
 \ love to view, &c. 
 
I. AND OF LOVK AND SUNNY SKIKS. 
 
 1. Flapny land! hap|)V land! 
 
 \\ liale%T my I'uie in life may be, 
 Still ii!raiii! slill atj^ain! 
 
 My thoiiirhts will clinir to tlier. 
 Land of 1(jvo and sunny t^kics, 
 
 Rich in joy and beauty, 
 Merry hearts and laughinfr eyes, 
 Still make afl'eetion duty, 
 
 Oh, happy land! haj)py land. 
 
 Ne'er from then my heart ean stray, 
 I would tain hear again. 
 Thy merry mountain lay. 
 La, la, la, la, is^c. 
 
 2. Happy land! happy land! 
 
 Whatever my fate in life may be, 
 Still anrain! still a<rain! 
 
 My thou<rhts will cling to thee 
 Like that bird of love and song, 
 
 Far from its lov'd dwelling. 
 When into the wild air flung. 
 
 What joy its note is telling, 
 O, happy land, &,c. 
 
 PATRIOTIC HYMN. 
 
 BY REV. O. W. BETIIUNF., 
 
 God's blessing be ujx)n 
 
 Our own native land! 
 The land our fathers won. 
 
 By the strong heart and hand ; 
 
 The keen axe and the brand ; 
 When they felled the forest's pride, 
 And the tyrant foe defied. 
 The free, the rich, the wide — 
 
 God for our native land ! 
 
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 2. To none upon a throne 
 
 But God, we bend the knee 
 No noble name we own 
 
 But noble liberty; 
 For the spirit of our sires 
 Each patriot's bosom fires. 
 And the strong faith inspires; 
 
 God for our native land ! 
 
 3. Up with the starry siofn. 
 
 The red stripes and the white; 
 Where'er its glories shine. 
 
 In peace or in the fight. 
 We owe its high command. 
 For the flag our fathers gave 
 O'er our children's heads shall wave. 
 And their children's children's grave — 
 
 God for our native land! 
 
 4. vVmerica! to thee 
 
 In one united vow. 
 And glorious as now. 
 
 We pledge our heart and hand; 
 By the blood our fathers shed — 
 By the ashes of the dead — 
 By the sacred soil we tread — 
 
 God fjr our native land. 
 
 SING ME THAT SW^EET AIR AGAIN. 
 
 1. Come sing me that simple air again, 
 
 I used so to love in life's young day, 
 And bring if thou canst, the dreams that then 
 
 Were wakened by that sweet lay. 
 The tender gloom its strain 
 
 Shed o'er the heart and brow, 
 Grief's shadows, without its pain 
 
 Say where, where is it new? 
 
ti. *?»voot air! how every note brinj^s bark, 
 
 Some sunny h()[K*, some day-tlreani bri^hi, 
 Thai's shiniiiiT u'<r life's early track, 
 
 FillM ev(Mi its tears with lij^ht, 
 Thr new funnel life that came, 
 
 With luv(,''s (irst t^ciioed vow; 
 'J'he fear, the bliss, the shame. 
 
 Say wiiere, where are they now ? 
 
 3. But sin^ me the well known air once more, 
 
 For thoughts of youth still haunt its strain. 
 Like charms of some fairy shore, 
 
 We're never to see again. 
 Still those loved notes prolong, 
 
 For sweet is that old lay. 
 In dreams of love and song. 
 
 To breathe life's love away. 
 
 THE HOUR OF PRAYER. 
 
 1. Child, amid the flowers play. 
 While the red light fades away, 
 INIother, with thine earnest eye, 
 Kver follov.ing silently ; 
 Father, by the breeze of eve. 
 Called thy harvest work to leave. 
 Pray, ere yet the dark hours l)e. 
 Lift the heart and bend the knee. 
 
 2. Traveller in the stranger land. 
 
 Far from thine own household band, 
 Mourner, haunted l)y the tone 
 Of a voice from this world gone. 
 Captive, in whose narrow cell 
 Sunshine hath not leave to dwell. 
 Sailor on the dark'ning sea. 
 Lift tlie heart and bend the knee. 
 
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 Warrior, that from battle won, 
 Breathless now, at the set of sun. 
 Woman, o'er the lovely slain, 
 Weeping on his burial plain. 
 Ye that triumph, ye that sigh. 
 Kindred by one holy tie. 
 Heaven's first star alike ye see, 
 I^ift the heart and bend the knee. 
 
 THE MOUNTAIN BUGLE. 
 
 J. H. HEWITT. 
 
 Cheerly thy bugle sounds, 
 
 When home returning o'er the lake; 
 Merrily my bosom bounds. 
 
 As each clear swell bids echo wake. 
 Joyously I wing the note 
 
 To tell thee that thy hunter's near; 
 Merrily I speed my boat 
 
 Towards the home by thee made dear. 
 
 Dearest! for thee, thee only. 
 These mountain wilds are sweet to me; 
 
 Each crag and valley lonely. 
 Is blest because 'tis lov'd by thee, 
 
 Sound the merry, merry, mountain horn, 
 At evening's close and morning's rosy dawn. 
 
 Fearlessly thy footsteps roam. 
 
 Where snows hang on the dizzy steep. 
 Driving from its rocky home 
 
 The echo of the hollow^ deep. 
 Merrily the wild stag bounds 
 
 Until he feels the hunter's spear; 
 Cheerily the glen resounds, 
 
 With chorus and the hunter's cheer. 
 Dearest! for thee, &c. 
 
OUR NATiVK LAND. 
 
 L.trni of OUT fathers ! whrrcsooVr we roam, 
 
 Our native countn' is still our lionio; 
 
 I.oiiir may jirosperity on iliy sons attend. 
 
 Ami to postrrity its i^ifts desc^end. 
 
 Thus then uniiin(r, h»\irts and voices joinintr, 
 SiniT we in harmony, our native land. 
 
 'rhoiu»h other dimes may hrijrhtcr hopes fuliil 
 Land of our fathers! we love thee still; 
 Heaven shield America from each hostile band, 
 And |>eaee and plenty crown our native land; 
 Thus then uniting, hearts and voices joining, 
 Sin«r we in harmony, our native land. 
 
 WHEN HO.^n: RETURNING. 
 
 Wlicn home returnin<r. from long- sojourning^. 
 And weary pininnr, where stranoers dwell : 
 
 What ho})e and gladness, 
 
 Wiiat fear and sadness. 
 In strange combining, our bosoms swell. 
 
 The haunts of childhood, oreen hills and wildwood 
 And waters stealing through lonely ways; 
 With magic fleet ness. 
 Recall the sweetness. 
 The joyous feeling of other days. 
 
 But voices cheering of friends endearingf. 
 O shall they greet us with faithful love; 
 
 Or are they sleeping, 
 
 By willows weeping. 
 No more to meet us, till met above. 
 
 BriiX-ht home that fades not, there death invades not 
 And friends united shall never part; 
 Hut love unceasinij. 
 And joys increasing. 
 By notiiing blighted, till every heart. 
 
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 WELCOME BACK. 
 
 1 . Sweet is the hour that brings us home, 
 
 Where all will spring to meet us. 
 Where hands are striving as we come, 
 
 To be the first to greet us. 
 
 Oh joyfully dear is the homeward track 
 If we are but sure of a welcome back. 
 Of a welcome back, of a welcome back, 
 
 2. If world hath spent its frowns and wrath. 
 
 And care been sorely pressing, 
 'Tis sweet to turn from roving paths. 
 And find a fireside blessing. 
 Oh joyfully, &c. 
 
 3. What do we reck the weary way. 
 
 Though lonely and benighted. 
 Knowing some lips will chide our stay. 
 Some eyes will beam love-lighted. 
 Oh joyfully. &lc. 
 
 4. What is the worth of diamond's ray. 
 
 To the glance that flashes pleasure. 
 When words that welcome back betray. 
 We form a heart's chief treasure. 
 Oh joyfully, &c. 
 
 CHEERILY SOUND THE STRAIN. 
 
 [, Cherrily, cheerily sound the strain. 
 Happily, happily met again. 
 
 Here we stand. 
 Who at home has dared to stay? 
 Who has loitered on the way? 
 And who for idle play. 
 
 Do we miss from our band. 
 
 Cheerily, cheerily sound the strain. 
 Happily, happily met again, 
 Here we stand. 
 
2. Merrily, morrily sound iho strain, 
 Happily, happily met a«ruin, 
 
 All are here. 
 All who love the morning's prime. 
 All who feel the worth (jf time, 
 So W(!'ll sound the merry cliime. 
 All are here, all are here! 
 
 Cheerily, cheerily sound the strain, 
 Happily, happily met again. 
 Here we stand. 
 
 THE SWORD AND THE STAFF. 
 
 1 . The sword of the hero ! 
 
 The staff of the saire ! 
 Whoso valor and wisdom 
 
 Are stampM on the age! 
 Time-hallow'd mementos 
 
 Of those who have riven 
 The sceptre from tyrants, 
 
 *'Tlie lightning from heaven''' 
 
 2. This weapon, oh Freedom! 
 
 Was drawn by thy son. 
 And it never was sheath 'd 
 
 Till the battle was won! 
 No stain of dishonor 
 
 Upon it we see! 
 'Twas never surrendered — 
 
 Except to the free! 
 
 3. While Fame claims the hero 
 
 And patriot saire 
 Their names to emblazon 
 
 On History's panrc, 
 No holier relics 
 
 Will liberty hoard. 
 Than Franklin's staff, nruarded 
 
 By Washington's sword. 
 
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 BEAUTIFUL BLUE VIOLETS. 
 
 I. Violets, violets, beautiful blue violets. 
 
 Laden with perfume and dripping all with dew, 
 From dell and from dingle, by rills and by rivulets. 
 
 Children at sunrise I soufxht them for you, 
 Enclus'd in a cluster of green leaves I found them, 
 
 ] liding their heads from the gaze of the day : 
 Betray M by the svveets they themselves shed around tha* 
 I cuil'd the coy blossoms and bore them away. 
 Violets, &c. 
 
 '2. Slight not, ah slight not then the little flower. 
 It seeks not to vie with the gay garden rose, 
 Tho' humble the incense it brings to your bower. 
 If its life be a short one 'tis sweet to the close. 
 Violets, Sec. 
 
 ESCAPE FROM WINTER. 
 
 1. O had I the wings of a swallow Pd fly. 
 
 Where the roses are blossoming all the year long. 
 Where the landscape is always a feast to the eye. 
 
 And the bills of the warblers are ever in song; 
 then I would fly from the cold and the snow. 
 
 And hie to the land of the orange and vine. 
 And carol the winter away in the glow 
 
 That rolls o'er the evergreen bowers of the line. 
 La, la, la, la, la, la. Sec. 
 
 2. And when we had rested our wings and had fed 
 
 On the sweetness that comes from the juniper groves. 
 By the spirit of home and of infancy led. 
 
 We would hurry again to the land of our loves, 
 And when from the breast of the ocean would spring 
 
 Far off in the distance that dear native shore. 
 In the joy of our hearts we would cheerily sing, 
 
 No land is so lovely when winter is o'er 
 I<a, la, la, la. Sec. 
 
GOLDEN TRUSSED ADKLAIDK. 
 
 1. Sintr, I pray, a little sung, 
 
 MulhfT (loar; 
 Sinjr, I pniy, a littlo .son;j, 
 Neither sad nor very long. 
 It is for a little maid, 
 Ciuldeii tressed Adelaide; 
 Therefore let it suit a merry, merry, merry ear, 
 
 Mother dear. Mother (h^ar. 
 
 2. Let it be a merry strain. 
 
 Mother dear; 
 Let it be a merr}' stiain, • 
 
 I^hunning e'en the thought of pain; 
 For our gentle child will weep, 
 if the theme be dark and deep; 
 And we would not raise a single, single, single tear. 
 
 Mother dear. Mother dear. 
 
 3. Childhood should be all serene. 
 
 Mother dear; 
 Childhood should be all serene. 
 Like a quiet summer scene; 
 (ia}' as Edward's shouts and cries, 
 Bright as Agnes' azure eyes; 
 Tlierefore bid the song be merry, me:ry to the car, 
 
 Mother dear. Mother dear. 
 
 O SAY BUSY BEE. 
 
 1. O say, busy bee, whither now are you going. 
 
 Whither now are you going, to work or to play? 
 *• I am bound to the garden, where roses are blowing. 
 For I must be making sweet honey to-day. 
 
 Sweet honey — sweet honey — 
 For I must be making sweet honey to-day.'' 
 
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 2. O say, pretty dove, whither now are you flying, 
 
 Whither now are you flying, to London or Rome? 
 ^'l am bound to my nest where my partner is sighing 
 And waiting for me in my snug little home. 
 
 Little home — little home — 
 And waiting for me in my snug little home." 
 
 o. So we, all so happy, while daily advancing 
 
 In wisdom and knowledge, in virtue and love. 
 Will sing on our way, in our progress rejoicing. 
 As brisk as the bee, and as true as the dove. 
 
 O w^e'U sing — we'll sing — 
 As brisk as the bee, and as true as the dove. 
 
 A THOUSAND TIMES WE HAIL THEE 
 
 1 . A thousand times w^e hail thee. 
 
 Thou lovely rural scene. 
 Thy groves and fields, and woodlands. 
 
 Thy garb of cheerful green. 
 How pure thy crystal fountain. 
 
 How clear thy purling rills. 
 How sweet the tufted flowers 
 
 That blossom on thy hills; 
 Thy scene of blushing beauty 
 
 My heart with pleasure fills. 
 
 2. At early morn's awaking. 
 
 The tuneful gladsome lay. 
 By nature's chorus chanted. 
 
 Begins the welcome day ; 
 And midst the sun's bright glowing 
 
 Till evening's dewy fall. 
 In tones of mellow sweetness 
 
 Those feathered warblers call ; 
 No palace knows such pleasure. 
 
 No spacious gilded hall. 
 
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 3. How rich thrso sronos of nature 
 
 WIhmi May d.iv slirds its lij^ht — 
 VV'hru cvrry hill and valley 
 
 Willi ^roldim bt\anis are bright. 
 How swi'L't when icy winter 
 
 Had triumphed drear and long, 
 To see the fair creation 
 
 Return to life and sonjr; 
 Thrice welcome then the music 
 
 Of nature's ftiathered throng. 
 
 4. I love midst summer's glowing, 
 
 To seek the silent shode, 
 Where nature's true devotion 
 
 To heaven, its king is paid; 
 'Tis hen^ in plaintive nuising 
 
 I think of scenes above. 
 Where smiles like those of summer 
 
 No change can e'er remove; 
 Where music yet more heavenly 
 
 Shall chant its notes of love. 
 
 THE EVENING BELL. 
 
 1. Hark! the pealing. 
 Softly stealing. 
 
 Evening bell, 
 Sweetly echoed 
 Down the dell. 
 
 2. Welcome, welcome 
 Is thy music. 
 
 Silvery bell! 
 Sweetly telling 
 Day's farewell. 
 
 3. Day is sleeping. 
 Flowers are weeping 
 
 Tears of dew ; 
 Stars are peeping, 
 Ever true. 
 
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 4. Grove and mountain. 
 Field and fountain, 
 
 Faintly gleam. 
 In the ruddy 
 Sunset beam. 
 
 5. Happy hour. 
 May thy power 
 
 Fill my breast; 
 Each wild passion 
 Soothe to rest. 
 
 THERE'S MUCH GOOD CHEER. 
 
 1 . There's much good cheer in youthful agre, 
 When fairy scenes the heart engage; 
 When all is merry, clear and bright. 
 And pleasure reigns from morn till night, 
 O, v/ho like us is free from care, 
 
 who in sports has half our share; 
 We bound like roe bucks o'er the plain. 
 And ever fresh and free remain. 
 
 2. The summer's smile we ever greet. 
 We love its berries fresh and sweet : 
 And autumn comes with welcome glee, 
 O, yes, its fruits I long to see, 
 
 And all the year 'tis filfed with good 
 To us who sail on youth's bright flood ; 
 We let our pleasures take the wing. 
 And ever, ever, ever sing. 
 
 3. Pray tell why should our hearts be szd ? 
 Yes, yes, why should we not be glad'? 
 We've food and drink, and clothes to wear. 
 And all for which we need not care; 
 Come on, then, let us merry be. 
 There's none so happy, none as we ; 
 Come, let us shout, and let us sing. 
 
 Till echoes make the welkin rinn:. 
 
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 THE WAV-woiiN tiiavf.llf:r. 
 
 1. F;iii)l and wi'.irily the \v:iy-worn traveller, 
 
 IMimIs iinelieerily, afraid to sl()[): 
 W'uiuleriuu^ (lr(\irily» ami sad uiiraveller, 
 or llie mazes on llie iiieuiilain lop; 
 I).)ul)iM^r, fi'arin^. 
 While his course he's steerin;r, 
 Ci)lla';es appearing. 
 And he is nnrh to drop. 
 Oh! how hriskly then the way-worn traveller. 
 Treads tiie mazes on the mountain top. 
 
 2. ThiMiorh so sad and alono the day has passed away 
 
 'Twoiild he tolly now to think on't more; 
 ilapjuly he sits in twilight's s »t'iest ray. 
 llvtr weli>.)iiie to the eutter's door; 
 Doubting', tearino^. 
 While his course he's steering, 
 C'ottatros appeariniT, 
 And he is ni<rh to drop. 
 Oh I how happy now the way-worn traveller, 
 Rests securely on the mountain top. 
 
 TIIE EXCURSION. 
 
 M(^rri]y every heart is hounding, 
 
 -Merrily t)h! merrily oh! 
 Joyt'ully now the news is sounding, 
 j(»y fully oh! j<^yfuily oh! 
 To the woods we go. 
 Where the violets grow — 
 A V here the violets grow. 
 To the woods we go. 
 Merrily every heart is hoimding, 
 Alerrily oh! merrilv oh! 
 Merrily, 3cc. 
 
2. Cheerily every face is beaming". 
 Cheerily oh! cheerily oh! 
 Playfully every eye is gleaming. 
 Playfully oh! playfull}' oh! 
 In the fields away, 
 We ^vill rove to-day — 
 We will rove to-day. 
 In the fields away, 
 Merrily every heart is bounding, 
 Merrily oh! merrily oh! 
 Merrily, &c. 
 
 MY NATIVE LAND. 
 
 1 . Flowers with fragrance fill the balmy air. 
 
 As night descends in silence to repose; 
 The lake is still, the sky is bright and clear. 
 And now the day in glory seems to close. 
 
 ^ly native land. 
 Ever dear to me, thou art my own native land. 
 
 2. Come, then, rejoice, my dear companions, come, 
 
 'Neath evening skies till morn is bright above. 
 Lest the sweet echoes of the mountain hind. 
 Return those notes of tenderness and love. 
 My native land, Sec. 
 
 3. The moonlight glancing through the tufted leaves 
 
 Assures me that my father will return ; 
 His voice so dear is on the welcome breeze; 
 I hear it now repeatincr in its turn, 
 My native land, S>lc. 
 
 COME, SUMMER, SWEET SUMMER. 
 
 1. The sprincr time is come and the vine tree is hloomrn« 
 And bow'rs that were leafless are waviny with green; 
 How changed is the valley when winter was gloomir>g. 
 When the river rolled sad 'midst the desolate scene! 
 
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 2. C'«imi\ summer, sweet summer, with violets and ruses, 
 \Viili liirds sin«/iiiir sweet in the irreen myrtle shade; 
 On ijiy dearest si'uscn, the ft)nii heart re()')st»s, 
 \rul thinks un tiiy sweets, thu' its beauties may fade. 
 
 My own native stream may roll on to the ocean; 
 >> oiieerless, and cold, 'midst the rude wintry j^ale, 
 \Uv Mjark it in summ»'r, each tlow'ret's in motion. 
 As «/ently it passes, and sighs a farewell! 
 
 4. Come, summer, sweet summer, with sunshine and 
 
 [rladness, 
 With all that is lovely, and all that is dear! 
 'I'lien away with all si<xhin(r, away with all sadness, 
 F'ur peace and contentment will dwell with me here. 
 
 THE MOUNTAIN MAID. 
 
 Come! come! come! 
 O'er the hills, free from care. 
 In my home true pleasure share. 
 Blossom sweet llow'rs most rare. 
 
 Come where j(A's are found! 
 Here the sparklintj dews of morn: 
 Tree and shrub with gems adorn. 
 Jewels bright, gaily worn, 
 
 Be^auiy all around! 
 Tra la la la, k,c. 
 
 Come! come! come! 
 Not a sigh, not a tear. 
 E'er is tound in sadness here, 
 Music S(jft, breathing near, 
 
 Charms away each care! 
 Birds in joyous hours among. 
 Hill and dell, with grateful song, 
 Dearest strains, here prolong. 
 
 Vocal all the air! 
 Tra la la la. Sec. 
 
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 Come! come! come! 
 When the day's gently gone, 
 Evenhig shadows coming on. 
 Then \>y love kindly won, 
 
 Truest bliss be thine! 
 Ne'er was found a bliss so pure. 
 Never joys so long endure; 
 Who would not luve secure? 
 
 VV^ho would joys decline? 
 Tra la la la, &,c. 
 
 PRAYER. 
 
 1. Go when the morning shinelh. 
 
 Go when the moon is bright. 
 Go when the eve declineth. 
 
 Go in the hush of night; 
 Go with ])ure mind and feeling. 
 
 Piling earthly thoughts away. 
 And in thy chamber kneeling. 
 
 Do thou in secret pray. 
 
 2. Remember all who love thee. 
 
 All who are loved by tliee. 
 Pray for those who liate thee. 
 
 If any sucii there be. 
 Then for thyself in meekness, 
 
 A blessing humbly claim. 
 And link with each petition 
 
 Thy great Creator's name. 
 
 3. Oh ! not a joy or blessing. 
 
 With this can we compare. 
 The power that He hath given us 
 
 To pour our souls in prayer. 
 When thou pin'st in sadnes«. 
 
 Before his footstool fall. 
 And remember in thy gladness. 
 
 His o^race who orave thee all. 
 
COLUMBIA'S FLAG. 
 
 1 . The streaiiiinpr fla^ of Liberty, 
 
 or freedom's sons the boast, 
 lis stars and stripes h)no- may they wave, 
 
 \J\yon Columbia's coast; 
 Tiie only tla^r that freedom rears — - 
 
 Her emblem on the seas. 
 Has stood for more than threescore y3ar8. 
 
 The battle and the breeze. 
 
 2. In every land, in every clime. 
 
 Our iLitr is lloating tVee; 
 And may it through all coming time. 
 
 Declare our liberty. 
 May virtue, industry and truth. 
 
 Our constant motto be. 
 In atre, in manhood and in youth. 
 
 That still we may be free. 
 
 MUSIC'S CALL. 
 
 1. Ob! come sound the notes of music so endearing. 
 
 Let accents break, of songs partake — 
 Oh! come aid the cause; 
 Oh! come, your friends will love to hear. 
 You minglo in the song so dear — 
 For no one have a fear. 
 
 Oh! come aid the cause. 
 
 2. Oh! brinnr all tlie books in which you must be leainiuo. 
 
 From lovely homes be quick and come — 
 Oh! come aid the cause; 
 0!i! anne with willing minds to learn. 
 And let your hearts for science burn — 
 lis chords. Oh! never spurn. 
 
 Oh! come aid the cause. 
 
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 Oh! sound the sweet notes when vesper is reclining, 
 [n native woods, or foaming floods — 
 
 Oh! come aid the cause; 
 There's music in the gentle breeze. 
 That fans the highest hills and trees — 
 That skims o'er billowy seas. 
 
 Oh! come aid the cause. 
 
 HARVEST TIME. 
 
 1. Through leaves, with drops so pearly. 
 Go forth the reapers early, 
 
 Among the yellow corn. 
 Good luck betide their sheaving. 
 For winter tide is weaving. 
 And v»-e must fill the bar.i, 
 Tra la la la, tra la la la. 
 The busy harvest time, 
 Tra la la la, &.c. 
 
 2. At noon they leave the meadow. 
 Beneath the friendly shadow. 
 
 Of mammoth oak to dine. 
 And mid his branches hoary. 
 Goes up the thankful story. 
 The harvest is so fine, 
 
 Tra la la la, tra la la la. 
 The blessed harvest time_, 
 Tra la la la, &c. 
 
 3. And when the West is burning. 
 From shaven field returning. 
 
 Upon the Vv-ain they come. 
 When ail their hamlet neighbors. 
 Rejoice to end their labors. 
 In merry harvest home, 
 
 Tra la la la, tra la la la. 
 The joyous harvest time, 
 Tra la la la, Sec. 
 
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 MARSKILLKS IIVMN. 
 
 1. Ye sons of froedoin, wako to ^Inry, 
 
 II:irk, hark what myriads l)id you rise; 
 Your children, wives and ^randsin^s hoary, 
 
 Hehohl their tears, and hear their cries! 
 Shall lawless tyrants niisehiet^ breeding. 
 With hirelin^r host, a rufTian band, 
 AfTri;rht and desolate i\u) land, 
 While j)eace and liberty lie bleedin;^? 
 To arms, to arms, ye brave! 
 The patriot's sword unsheath, 
 
 March on, march on, all hearts resolved 
 On liberty or death. 
 
 2. Oh, Liberty, can man resiirn thee, 
 
 Once havinfT fdt thy generous flame! 
 Can tyrants, bolts, and bars confine thee. 
 
 Or thus thy nol)le spirit tame! 
 Too lontr our country wept bewailing". 
 
 The blood-stained sword our conquerors wield 
 
 But freedom is our sword and shield. 
 And all their arts are unavailinir. 
 
 To arms! to arms! ye brave, &c. 
 
 THE IVY GREEN. 
 
 A dainty plant is the Ivy green. 
 
 That creepeth o'er ruins old. 
 Of right choice. food are his meals I ween. 
 
 In his cell so lone and cold ; 
 The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed, 
 
 To pleasure his dainty whim. 
 And the moulderinnr dust that years have made. 
 
 Is a merry meal for him. 
 
 Creepinir where no life is seen, 
 A rare old plant is the Ivy green. 
 
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 Fast he stc-n.leth tlioufrh he wears no wintrs, 
 
 iVud a staunch old heart has he; 
 How closely he twineth, how closely he clings. 
 
 To his friend, the h«ige oak tree! 
 And slily he traileth alon^- the ground^ 
 
 And his leaves he gentl}^ waves. 
 As he joyously hugs and crawleth around 
 
 The mould of dead men^s rrraves, 
 
 Creepinnr where grim death has been, 
 A rare old plant is the Ivy green. 
 
 Whole ages have fled and their works decayed. 
 
 And nations have scattered been; 
 But the stout old Ivy shall never fade. 
 
 From its hale and hearty green : 
 The brave eld plant in its lonely days. 
 
 Shall fatten upon the past; 
 For the stateliest building man can raise. 
 
 Is the Ivy's food at last. 
 
 Creeping^ where no life is seen, 
 A rare old plant is the Ivy green. 
 
 HAIL COLUMBIA. 
 
 I. Haij! Columbia, happy land! 
 
 HaiL ye heroes, heaven-born band, 
 
 Wtto fought and bled in freedom's cause, 
 Who fought and bled in freedom's cause. 
 And when the storm of war was gone. 
 Enjoyed tlie peace your valor won ; 
 Let independence be your boast. 
 Fiver mindful what it cost; 
 Ever grateful for the prize. 
 Let its altar reach the skies. 
 Firm, united let us be. 
 Rallying round our liberty. 
 As a band of brothers joined. 
 Peace and safety we shall find. 
 
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 2. Inimorial Patilvjis! ri.sr nnco inon*! 
 D(*fcn(l your riirlus, (IctiMul your shuro. 
 
 Let iiu ruilo i'ov, with impious liami, 
 Let no rude foe, with impious hand, 
 Invade the slirine, w hcrc^ sacred lifS 
 Of toil and i)luod, the \vcil earnful prize; 
 While ollering" pcaee, sincere and just. 
 In heav'n we pla.e a manly trust, 
 That truth and justice may ])revail. 
 And e,very Sv-!ieme ofbondai^*' tail! 
 Firm, united let us i)e, 
 [tallying: round our liberty. 
 As a band of bnjthers joined. 
 Peace and salrty we shall find. 
 
 3. Belu;ld the chief, who now commands. 
 Once more; to serve his country stands — 
 
 The rock on which the storm will beat. 
 The rock on which the storm will beat, 
 
 l^ut armed in virtue, firm and true. 
 
 His hopes are fixed on heaven and you, 
 \\'h(m hope was sinkin<r in dismay, 
 And irloom obscured Columbia's day, 
 
 His steady mind, from chancres free. 
 
 Resolved on death or liberty. 
 Firm, united, Lc. 
 
 4. Sound, sound the trump of fame. 
 Let AVashino^ton's jrreat name 
 
 Rin<T through the world with loud applause, 
 
 Rinu; throufrh the world with loud apj)lause. 
 Let every clime to freedom dear. 
 Now listen with a joyful ear. 
 
 With equal skill, and steady power, 
 
 He froverns in the fearful hour 
 Of horrid war, or g-uides with ease. 
 The happier time of h(;nest peace. 
 Firm, united, &e. 
 
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 THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. 
 
 1 . O say can you see by the dawn's early light. 
 
 What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleam- 
 ing! 
 Whose stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight. 
 
 On the ramparts v/e watched were so gallantly stieaniing . 
 And the rocket's red glare — bombs bursting in air. 
 Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there; 
 O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave. 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
 2. On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, 
 Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes. 
 
 What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep. 
 
 As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses. 
 Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam. 
 In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 
 
 'Tis the star-spangled banner. Oh! long may it wave, 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
 3. And where is that band who so vauntingly swore, 
 'Mid the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, 
 
 A home and a country should leave us no more? 
 
 Their blood hath washed out their foul footstep's pollu- 
 tion; 
 No refuge could save the hireling and slave, 
 From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; 
 
 And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave. 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
 4. Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand. 
 Between their loved homes and the war's desolation; 
 
 Blessed with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued 
 land. 
 Praise the power that hath made and preserv'd us a nation ; 
 Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just. 
 And this be our motto — " In God is our tnist;^^ 
 
 And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave, 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 A Little Word 22 
 
 Anieriral I love thee still . 4G 
 A thousiind times we Hail 
 
 Thee 58 
 
 A u!(l Lang^ Syne at School 29 
 
 Aiiiuinn 12 
 
 Au'innimi Sonj^: 41 
 
 Away with Melancholy.. 19 
 Hatt!^ Field of Liberty... 13 
 IV'autit'uI Blue Violets. . . oG 
 Bolbre all Lands in East 
 
 or West 30 
 
 Bird of the Greenwood.. . 40 
 
 Blue Bird's Song 23 
 
 Bonnie Boat 33 
 
 Brave Old Oak (i 
 
 Canadian Boat Soiii:; 8 
 
 ♦'heerily Sound the Strain .')4 
 
 ( '«>lunil)ia*s Flai:^ 6') 
 
 L'onie, brothers arouse... 4 
 
 (JoTue, Come away 26 
 
 CJome! Come! Soldiers, 
 
 Come! 37 
 
 Come Summer, Sweet 
 
 Summer f)2 
 
 Dutitul Children 47 
 
 Karly Risinj: 9 
 
 Escape from Winter 5G 
 
 Evenin- Bell 59 
 
 Flower of Friendship. ... 27 
 I'^low i^ently, sweet Afton 20 
 
 God Save the State 19 
 
 God Speed the Uii^ht 17 
 
 Gv)lden Evenin;; Sun 1.5 
 
 Golden Tressed Adelaide. 57 
 Gondola Song 33 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Hail Columbia CS 
 
 Hail to thee, my Native 
 
 La^ld.... 44 
 
 Harvest Time GG 
 
 Holiday Sone: 11 
 
 Home, Sweet Home 11 
 
 1 1 Love the Cheerful Sum- 
 
 I mer Time IG 
 
 j I Remember How My 
 
 I Childhood Fleeted 3 
 
 jJoy 22 
 
 Land of Love and Sunny 
 
 Skies 49 
 
 Land of My Birth 9 
 
 Lite on the Ocean Wave. 39 
 
 Little Vale 42 
 
 Loud Raise the Peal 38 
 
 Lovely Rose 40 
 
 Love of Truth 20 
 
 Marseilles Hymn 67 
 
 May Shout 14 
 
 May's Lovely Morning. . 18 
 
 Mi^ht with the Right 15 
 
 Mornini^ 44 
 
 Mounuain Bugle 52 
 
 Mountain Maid 63 
 
 Music of Nature 31 
 
 Music's Call 65 
 
 Musing on Nature 27 
 
 My Country, 'tis for thee 5 
 
 My Native Land 62 
 
 Oh! had I wings like a 
 
 Dove 5 
 
 Old Oaken Bucket 37 
 
 Orphan Boys of Switzer- 
 land 43 
 
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 O Say, Busy Bee 57 
 
 Our Native Land 53 
 
 Patriotic Hymn 49 
 
 Prayer ' G4 
 
 Procrastination 36 
 
 Sins: nie that Sweet Air 
 
 Ag-ain 50 
 
 Song of Frt'.'dom 45 
 
 Spring has Come 48 
 
 Star Spangled Banner.. . . 70 
 
 Sweet May S'2 
 
 The Excursion (U 
 
 'I'he Flowers Ii3 
 
 T}ie Hour of Prayer 51 
 
 The Ivy Green 67 
 
 The Light House 25 
 
 Tlie Lord's Prayer 3 
 
 ThePibt '. 42 
 
 The Pic 'ogh Boy 35 
 
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 The Public School 24 
 
 There's Much ^ood Cheer 60 
 
 The Sword and Staff. . 55 
 
 The Watcher 34 
 
 'Tis the last Rose of Sum- 
 mer 25 
 
 Try, Try Again lU 
 
 Vive la Couipany 12 
 
 Water Nvmphs 32 
 
 W^ay-Vv^orn Traveller... 61 
 
 Welcome Back 54 
 
 W'e'l Spent Day 46 
 
 When Home Returning. . 53 
 When thy bosom Heaves 
 
 the Sigh 8 
 
 W'oodman spiwe that Tree 7 
 
 W^ork Away... 21 
 
 Youthful Nation of the 
 West 28 
 

 
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