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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 1 Oh, the ferns and mossy carpets, and the waters wa-ters dark and cool That go ' stealing through the shadows from some clear, unsullied pool I Oh, the trilling of the sonpsters From the brunches 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 we heart Oh, the boating and the floating on the waters of the lake, And the ripples and the shadows that go dancing danc-ing from our wakel . 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 I Oh, the summers-in the country, Where the songsters nest and sing, And the pleasure without measure That the woods and waters bring 1 Frank H. Sweet in Don ah oe 'a Magazine. |