. Songs we like to sing : a collection of familiar songs and hymns for high schools and normal schools and for assemblies . ^ N IS ^ 1. The harp that once throTa - ras halls The soul of ma - sic shed, Now hangs as mute on 2. No more to chiefs and la - dies bright,The harp of Ta - ra swells; The chord a-lone, that p 9*fci Sfct-- -V—f- -h— -I— f- -=i—i^ «?: EtEEfe^PEE^^EEE lE^; ■J^ ^^t- ^- 1 f .^ Ji3EE-p- -H-^ •- i^— iv-n §ii Ta - ras walls. As if that soul were fied ! So sleeps the pride of for - mer days, Sobreaks at night, Its tale of ru - in tells; Thus Free-dom now so sel - dom wakes,The ^

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. Songs we like to sing : a collection of familiar songs and hymns for high schools and normal schools and for assemblies . ^ N IS ^ 1. The harp that once throTa - ras halls The soul of ma - sic shed, Now hangs as mute on 2. No more to chiefs and la - dies bright,The harp of Ta - ra swells; The chord a-lone, that p 9*fci Sfct-- -V—f- -h— -I— f- -=i—i^ «?: EtEEfe^PEE^^EEE lE^; ■J^ ^^t- ^- 1 f .^ Ji3EE-p- -H-^ •- i^— iv-n §ii Ta - ras walls. As if that soul were fied ! So sleeps the pride of for - mer days, Sobreaks at night, Its tale of ru - in tells; Thus Free-dom now so sel - dom wakes,The ^ J -t-- ^\/—t/- t A^# -t/ ^- t± :t t -I— -1— /T\. K rit. e dim. /Ts i --N ^- glo - rys thrill is oer, And hearts that once beat high for praise,Now feel that pulse no more,on- ly throb she gives, Is where some heart in - dig-nant breaks,To show that still she lives. r ^-—tr—^—V—b—h- w—b*- .[=: it rl— 8: t= P^ =btizz SPIRIT OF THE SUMMER=TIME Wm. AllinghamAndante J Old Irish Folksong —)^ P :i =^ ::1=q r r^- mf f 1. O spir - it sweet of sum - mer - time. Bring back the ros - es to 2. Bring back the sing - ing, bring the scent Of mead-ow-lands at dew the dells,y prime;

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