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Show EVER A SONG SOMEWHERE. THERE is vcr a song somowhero, my dear Thcro Is ever a something Blngs nlway Thero'a tho song of tho lark when tho Bklos arc clear. Anil tho song of tho thrush when tho Bkles are irray, Tho sunshine showers across tho grain, And tho bluebird trlllii In tho orchard tree. And Jn nnd out when the caves drip rain The swallows nro twittering ccasolessly. Thcro is ever a song somowherc, my dear, Tio th skies r.liove or dark tr fair. There Is ever a uong thut our hearts may lieur. Tliero is over a song Fomcwhore. my dear, Thoro Is ever n song pomowherc! Thoro is ever a song nomowhorc, my donr. In tho midnight blaek or thu midday blue. " t Tho robin nipo when tho sun is here, And the crlckot ehlrrupa tho wholo night through. Tho hudM may Wow. and tho fruit may grow, And tho autumn leavaa drop crlap nnd sere; But, whether the sun or the rain or tho snow, Thoro is cvor a song somowhero, my daar. There Is ever a song oomowhere, my dear, Bo tho skies abovo or dark or fair. Thoro Is over a fcong that our hearts may ' hear. , Thcro Is ovor n song Komcwhore. my dear; Tliero Is ever iv oong somewhere! Jnme Whltcomb Rlioy, |