Bethanian, 1919 . tle coyotes grow,There will we eat from the morn till the night tideUntil down our cheeks the little puppy gravies flow. I32 r !•••.>••.•..•. .•..•..«.?•..*.«,.*..»»»..».. H|W|mw|ll|M|M|l.|(|M|»HW ?Bethanian? THE CARDINAL The cardinal sings from the sycamore tree— What cheer—what—what—what cheer!The heart of the singer is throbbing with glee! What cheer—what—what—what cheer!For the branches are swaying, the birds awakeTo the joy of the hour of the dawns first break,And the dew and the frangrance are his to take— What cheer—what—what—what cheer! The cardinal sings from

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Bethanian, 1919 . tle coyotes grow,There will we eat from the morn till the night tideUntil down our cheeks the little puppy gravies flow. I32 r !•••.>••.•..•. .•..•..«.?•..*.«,.*..»»»..».. H|W|mw|ll|M|M|l.|(|M|»HW ?Bethanian? THE CARDINAL The cardinal sings from the sycamore tree— What cheer—what—what—what cheer!The heart of the singer is throbbing with glee! What cheer—what—what—what cheer!For the branches are swaying, the birds awakeTo the joy of the hour of the dawns first break,And the dew and the frangrance are his to take— What cheer—what—what—what cheer! The cardinal sings from the sycamore tree— What cheer—what—what—what cheer !Oh, surely his song is of old Bethany— What cheer—what—what—what cheer!Yes, what cheer may we find in the world of woeTo compare with those days on the old Buffalo,For our hearts were atune, and our lives were aglow— What cheer—what—what—what cheer ! —HAROLD D. GRIFFIN. The. To-wg-r-. ?v. finffia 133

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