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LIFE IS LIKE A SUMMER MORNING. C. JEFFERYS.]
[Music by S. GLOVER. Life is like a summer morning,,
When the skies are blue and bright;
Little reck we of their flight.
Loving eyes behold our glee,
And their votaries are we.
As the birds that skim the air;
And there's sunshine ev'rywhore.
That a kind word could not quell;
Of a long and sad farewell.
In the same old house we bide,
With the old parental pride.
We are happy, we are happy,
In the blessings that we share;
And there's sunshine ev'rywhere.
SPRING BLOSSOMS. J. E. CARPENTER.]
[Music by S. GLOVIB. cautiful, beautiful blossoms of spring, Heralds of gladness, what rapture ye bring, Giving, as round us your incense ye cast, liope for the future and faith in the past; Types of our childhood, now passing away, Emblems of happiness though ye decay; Earth would no fruits own, around us to fling, But for the beautiful blossoms of spring !
Beautiful buds that in meekness appear,
SUMMER ROSES. J. E. CARPENTIR.]
[Music by S. GLOVER, They are gath’ring summer roses,
But I only seek the shade,
And the flowers too soon must fade;
In the calm, clear summer air,
I might join their frolic there.
Yet I take the flowers they bring me,
For I would not have them see
Could bring aught but joy to me.
They are gath'ring summer roses;
They are young, and gay, and fair,
That will leave the branches bare ;
Soon must fleet and fade away,
Soon will wither and decay.
Who would bid it seek the shade,
And the summer roses fade ?
AUTUMN FRUITS. J. E. CARPENTER.]
[Music by S. GLOVER. Come buy my fruit, ripe autumn fruit,
Why mourn the buds of spring,
Such fruits as these I bring ?
Your own put in the shade,
The lips for which they're made.
For summer roses sigh,
My fruit, ripe fruit, come buy!
I've melons rich and rare,
So soft the bloom they wear ;