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Show 01 Had VVe Some rale. Ol had wc some brlulit little Isle of oui , o r. In n blue summer ocean, fur oft and nlone. Wbcie it leaf never diet In the still bloom- Iiir bonus, And the ben liamiiteis on thioiiftb a whole vear of lloneis; Whelp the sun loves to piuiso With so fond It delay That tho nlRht only draws A thin cll o'er the day: Where simply to feel that ne reathe. that we lit ii. Is worth the best Joy that life elsewhere can (rive a There with souls ever ardent and pure ns the clime, Wp shiuil'l !o ns they loved In the first fiolden time; The itlon of tlm sunshine, the balm of the .I". Would slrl lo our limits nnd make all summer their. ' With iirrKtliin as flee l-'icm iirilne ni the bowers. And with h.r, like the bee . I.hliik' iilMi.snn Mowers. Our IIC should rt'semble a iomj dny of And our dtutli eonio on holy nnd calm us Die nlfiht. Y-Moore. |