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Show idp fe-3-a IIErtli'H a look of Joy on JStm (be face of the boy YT Who Is counting bis nick- v-ffl ' an1 (Mm?. (m M For the Day draws near l-k m 1 'tiH nvarly here vHt Jf Tno happiest of bnppy 9U0fy times. When bomb Jnr things, balloons taka wings And nrrworkn light tho jiky, Tho hoy lit there with liln annual iicaro-llo's iicaro-llo's In charge of tho Fourth of July. Hlncn MlHtrly'n bull first pealed the knell Of the t-bu'lns that monarchy cast, The boy has raUcd Cain, has caught tho refrain Flung on from the mirrored past. The dny linn been l, without query or 'Itilx. It has echoed his loudest licks. Young South, young North whooped up tins Fnurlb In the spirit of Seventy-six. Wo'vo all boon boys, and wo lovo tho noise Of the nation's nntnl dny: Our hearts go out to the riotous rout And tho smoke of tho mimic fray. Ho we ylokl the stage to the younKcr ago On this dny of no restraint; Tls tho boy's own dny. wo bow to Its sway Tho Fourth and ls patron saint |