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Show A SONG OF SUMMER TIME. Oh, the swaying of the branches and the flit ting through the trees, And the music of the voices that come upon the breeze 1 Oh, the singing and the winging of the birds that come and go, And the frisking of the squirrels as they scamper scam-per to and fro I Oh, the ferns and mossy carpets, and the wa tern dark and cool That go stealing, through the shadows from some clear, unsullied pool I Oh, the trilling of the songsters ,From the branches and the grass, And the glancing of the sunlight On the waters as we passt Oh, the glancing of the sunlight as it strikes the waters clear, And the singing of the thrushes, and the other songs wo hear! Oh, the boating and the floating on the water of the lake, And the ripples and the shadows that go dancing danc-ing from our wake I Oh, the breezy days of pleasure, and the pleasant pleas-ant nights to dream, When the stars look down and twinkle, and the winged lanterns gleam 1 Oh, the summers in the country, Where the songsters nest and King, And the pleasure without measure I iua i. me wooas ana waters ormgi Frank EL Sweet in Donahoe's Magazine. |