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Show Sing With the Birds. Conic, afnR'wlth tKb"blfasJ'"lt is spring tlmo again. Tho rum shines so brightly o'er mountain nnd glen ; All nature rojoicps, who theu should feel end? With eoch prospects of wonlth to mulio (nob heart glad. Oorao, sing with tho birds, nnd you puroly will ken That lito's full of hope when Holds call for men We'll matter rich Btt'd'i with a llbor h hntiri, While tbo bounties cf heaven nru at our command. Outre, fiiuK with tho blrdR, as verdant ver-dant vhIcb appear Inviting all with gratitudo now draw nonr. The ns)eot 1b grand delightful to behold; Tho scene Inr surpassed) all tho drosc called gold. Come, slug with tho birds, as harvest tlmo drnwB noar, Crowning our effortB another passing year. Sing iu the springtimo, in summer every day, Praises forever should be our choicest choic-est lay. J. S. P. |