Our young folks [serial] . --trr r r K ¥ 3tZZ3t £—r—F. Piping his cheerful note. I 1 it^p^3fiPm±^ -I—f « J- -0M fl-l #—4~#d H-*- -©— ?#—L 77 3 -t-a-l M •) 0 »H 1 ? ft %~zj?f*** s^TZ^^** a) . e si For O, the fields were green and glad, And the blissful life that stirredIn the earths wide breast was full and warm In the heart of the little rain-cloud lifted, the sunset light Streamed wide over valley and hill;As the plains of heaven, the land grew bright, And the warm south-wind was still. Then loud and sweet called the happy bird, And rapturously he sang,Till wood and meadow and river-

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Our young folks [serial] . --trr r r K ¥ 3tZZ3t £—r—F. Piping his cheerful note. I 1 it^p^3fiPm±^ -I—f « J- -0M fl-l #—4~#d H-*- -©— ?#—L 77 3 -t-a-l M •) 0 »H 1 ? ft %~zj?f*** s^TZ^^** a) . e si For O, the fields were green and glad, And the blissful life that stirredIn the earths wide breast was full and warm In the heart of the little rain-cloud lifted, the sunset light Streamed wide over valley and hill;As the plains of heaven, the land grew bright, And the warm south-wind was still. Then loud and sweet called the happy bird, And rapturously he sang,Till wood and meadow and river-side With jubilant echoes the sun dropped down in the quiet west, And he hushed his song at last;All nature softly sank to rest, And the twilight gathered fast.

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