Sleep, O sleep, ’till dawning light,

Wakes thee on thy pillow white,

Then arise with glad heart sing

Praises to our heav’nly King.

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THE SEASONS.

We greet Spring’s warm rain and sunshine,

The budding trees and flow’rs;

Summer’s blue skies so radiant,

Above the rose leaf bow’rs;

We greet Autumn as we harvest,

All efforts we have made;

Then Winter like the close of life,

Comes creeping in the shade.

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LOVED MINSTREL OF ERIN.

Oh loved minstrel of Erin chant forth thy sweet lay,

All down through the ages you’ve sang,

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