Songs for Intermediate Grades (Classic Reprint)
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Excerpt from Songs for Intermediate Grades Spring Blossoms. Leaflet XV. I. There is no lime so sweet as spring, When nature dons her best; Dispell´d is gloom, when bud and bloom Awake from winter´s rest. The birds again their carols sing Within the vernal trees, And violets rise with purple eyes To greet the gentle breeze. Chorus: Springtime, sweet springtime, We love these joyous hours, And gaily roam o´er hill and vale, Among the fragrant flow´rs. II. Oh, spring is sweet, for ev´ry flow´r Glows gaily in the sun, And in the air it breathes a prayer, For hours so sweet begun; No longer reigns the frost and snow, Soft summer now is nigh; The buds of spring the tidings bring, That wintry days must die. Chorus: III. O´er hill and dale the herald roves With flowerets in his hand, And casts away the blossoms gay To deck the waking land. Oh, spring is sweet, for ev´ry flow´r Glows gaily in the sun; And in the air it breathes a prayer, For hours so sweet begun. The Time Of The Singing Of Birds. I. The time of the singing of birds is come, The trees are robed in green; The flow´rs unfold their tints of gold, And the fair pink may be seen; O´er all the land doth a promise lie, The herald of Summer´s reign; At the golden beat of her flying feet The old Earth smiles again. II. Away in wood-lands wide and deep The shadowy grass bends low, Before winds that creep where daisies sleep, And the dainty wind-flow´rs blow. And deep in the heart of the dim old woods The sun-beams fair have strayed; Like shafts of light they have pierced the night By the arching branches made. III. But not over meadow and wood alone Doth their spell of beauty steal; There are human hearts whose bitter smarts Its smile hath power to heal. The time of the singing of birds is come, And we pause in our weary way, While the sad hearts thrill and the sad eyes fill At the breath of the scented May. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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