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Show Ol Had We 8om isle. O! hod we some bilglit little Isle f oil own In n blue summer ocean, far off and alone. Where a lenf never dies In the still bloom- Ing bowers. And the bee banquet on through n wholu vear of llowers; Where Hie sun loves to pause With so fond -n deity Thnt the nlRht only drawi A thin veil o'er the day: Where simply, to feel thnt we breathe, that we live. Is north the best joy tint llfo elsewhere can give There, with souls ever ardent nnd pure as the cllmc. We should lon as thv loved In tho first golden timet The Klow of tlie sunshine, the balm of the air. Would stent to our htarts nnd make nil summer there, With nffcctlon ns free From decline ns the bowers. And with hope, like tho bee Living nlways on flowers, Our life should resemble a lone dny o' Unlit. And our denth coma on holy and calm ns thn nlcht Mooie |