44 WILL YOU COME TO THE SPRING? 1. Will you come to the spring that is sparkling and light, Where the birds carol sweetly, the 2. Then the cup runneth o'er with the pur-est of drink, And as sweet as the roses that sunset is bright? Will you, will you, will you, will you come to the spring? Will you, will you bend from the brink. Will you, &c. will you, will you come to the spring? 3 Let it flow, lovely stream, it will surely impart, Both a new glow to beauty and peace to the heart; Will, &c. 4 When the gay flowerets droop in the noon-summer's heat, Or the bright dew descending restores every sweet; Will, &c. I5 With new blessings of life it forever o'erflows, It refreshes all nature wherever it goes. Will you, &c. 46 MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD. 1. March to the battle field, The foe is now be fore us! Love is our sword and shield, 2. Who, for his country, brave, Joins not against th' invader, Who doth her sons enslave, under, In deep disdain we've broke in twain, And torn each link a sun der. TEMPERANCE SONG. 47 Arr. for this work. 1. A glorious day is breaking Upon our sinful earth; Our land to life is waking, With shouts of joy and mirth; 9-4 Our army is preparing To meet the rising sun, On all its banners bearing The name of WASHINGTON. 2 We meet to-day in gladness, As moves our host along; We highly prize its worth. The pledge, the pledge is given O'er all the earth and seas. 4 Our cause, our cause is gaining In one firm phalanx stand. 48 AWAY TO SUNDAY SCHOOL. J. W. DADMUN. DUET. Moderato. 1. In olden times when boys run wild, On England's soil a rose a child; His name was Robert, true and mild, so loving, CHORUS. Lively. loving. Hail! joyous day! 22 Then away! away! The boys are growing better; Away! a-way! To Sunday School. 9b2 54 2 As Robert Raikes walked out one day, Sad, awful day! Chorus. Then away, away! We can't wait any longer; Away! away! To Sunday School! 3 In seventeen hundred eighty-one, Across the sea in Glouc'ster town, The glorious Sunday School begun; It's coming. coming; Hail, happy day! CHORUS. 4 O, how this little fire has spread, And warmed to life the carnal dead, |