Show 1 4 november in chui chili I 1 BY f P V P PRATT n it the spring of the year all the toun foun bains are 01 H 1 nature is pregnant with life and with love D atoms of voices ascend from each pool poo IV A myriad of songsters song enliven the grove boer nest nad the andes the condor retires 5 I 1 the e winds hom magellan no longer prevail tl 5 boj wi with th the north breeze returning inspires 4 sw faoa the zephyr and love on the gale I 1 T orest is clad la m its robes of fresh green I 1 tat ere the dove sings m anthem his mate to decoy tha T tl irchard hard is dressed as a holyday green I 1 0 1 V d i the rogeb rosebud ud is burs I 1 tin ting g with f tidiness aft ness 1 I of i joy oy g ifil T 1 range ng e the we the AX stand and Q t vine vim aa f clothed as s in 4 ed innocent bloom 9 ea T th h ai teof incense divine 11 bales ales roviest sweet odor of richest perfume lra T th ionna of the flock bound exulting away n I 1 1 die a e their dams nip the blade wd inid the dewdrops dew drops Is of morn a an coups ups of young ninos nines are sportive and gay K i my heart mid this gladness is sad and forlorn I 1 us I 1 sigh for the storms of november to come st the he frost and the snow drifted plain I 1 would see ln the weak wintry blasts of my own mountain home at and the storm beaten glacier are dearer to me to the chime of the sleigh bell again I 1 would hear bear to the low mourning tempest in harmony roll 5 it would wald speak of my country and kindred so dear Is old ohl this would be music indeed to my soul 0 |