To fresh air, we 'll repair,
Weave us garlands fair;

Round us beams the bright sunshine,

Flowers drip with odors fine:

Birds they sing,

Woods they ring,

Glad is every thing.

2. Here are seen,

Meadows green,

Where the chilly snow has been ;

Colors bright, cheer the sight,

After winter's night.

Ruffled by the bright Spring breeze,

Gleams the brook amid the trees;

Sweet retreat,

Where we meet,

In the Summer heat.

3. Hail! oh Spring!

Youth you bring,

Love and life on all you fling;

Years fleet by,

All shall die,

Yet the Spring draws nigh,
Emblem of the life to come,
And an ever-blooming home.
Lovely May,
We'll away,

To the fields so gay.

No. 48.

NEVER LOOK SAD.

Juvenile Choir, 118.

School Singer, 79.

1. Never look sad, there's nothing so bad, As getting familiar with sorrow; Treat him to-day, in a cavalier way,

He'll seek other quarters to-morrow.

2. Do not then sigh, but e'er turn your eye,
To the bright side of every trial;
Fortune you'll find, is often most kind,
When chilling your hopes with denial.

3. Let the sad day then carry away,
Its own little burden of sorrow;
Or you may miss full half of the bliss,
Which comes in the lap of to-morrow.

No. 49.

THE EMMET'S LESSON.

Young Vocalist, 96.

1. These Emmet's, now little they are in our eyes! We tread them to dust, and a troop of them dies, Without our regard or concern;

Yet wise as we are, if we went to their school, There's many a sluggard and many a fool, Some lesson of wisdom might learn.

2. They don't wear their time out in sleeping or play,

But gather up corn in a sunshiny day,

And for Winter they lay up their stores ;

They manage their work in such regular forms, You'd think they foresaw all the frosts and the storms,

And so brought their food within doors.

3. But I have less sense than a poor creeping ant, If I take not due care of the things I shall want, And provide against changes in time;

When old age or death shall stare in my face, What a wretch I shall be in the end of my days, If I trifle away all my prime !

4. Now, now while my strength and my youth are in bloom,

Let me think what will serve me when sickness

shall come,

And

pray that my

sins be forgiven;

Let me read in good books, and believe and obey, That when death turns me out of this cottage of clay,

I may dwell in a palace in heaven.

No. 50.

TRY AGAIN.

Young Choir, 28.

Juvenile Choir, 155.

School Singer, 45.

1. 'T is a lesson you should heed,

Try, try again;

If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try again.

Then your courage should appear;
For if you will persevere,

You will conquer, never fear,

Try, try again.

2. Once or twice though you should fail,

Try, try again;

If at last you would prevail,

Try, try again.

If we strive, 't is no disgrace,

Though we may not win the race;

What should you do in that case?
Try, try again.

3. If you find your task is hard,
Try, try again;

Time will bring you your reward,

Try, try again.

All that other folks can do,

Why with patience may not you?
Only keep this rule in view,
Try, try again.

No. 51. UP IN THE MORNING EARLY.

Young Melodist, 91.

1. Up in the morning's cheerful light,

Up in the morning early;

The sun is shining warm and bright,

And the birds are singing cheerily.

Now Summer dews are on the grass,
Hanging pure and pearly;
And morning moments quickly pass,
Up in the morning early.

(D. C. first four lines.)

2. Up in the morning's cheerful light,
Up in the morning early;

The sun is shining warm and bright,
And the birds are singing cheerily.
Have you not heard the blackbird's song,
Loud he sings and cheerily ;

I shall be with you ere 't is long,
Tripping light and merrily.

No. 52.

MOWER'S SONG.

School Singer, 118.

Musical Gems, 133.

Juvenile Choir, 158.

1. When early morning's ruddy light,

Bids man to labor go;

We haste with scythes all sharp and bright,
The meadow's grass to mow.

We mowers-dal de ral dey!

We cut the lilies and-ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hay,

Hey-day! yes hay-hey-day.

We cut the lilies and hay.

2. The cheerful lark sings sweet and clear,

The blackbird chirps away;

And all is lively, sprightly here,
Like merry, merry May.