Happy home, our home in heaven,
In that city bright and fair;
There we'll join the heavenly chorus,
With our loved ones over tfliere.
Spring Lessons. (Tune, "Juanlta." Pat's Pick, page 85.) Soft o'er the mountain, Comes once more the glad refrain, Wake stream and fountain, Spring is here again. All the buds are swelling, Hear the bees low, drowsy hum, List to wild birds telling Gentle spring has come. Springtime, lovely springtime, Thou art clothed in beauty rare, Springtime, lovely springtime, Thou art fresh and fair. Now from their dreaming Flow'rs awake in beauty new, And sunshine beaming Steals away the dew. Now the ring-dove's cooing, All the robins sing and sing. And the thrush's wooing Makes the wild woods ring. Springtime, lovely springtime, Notes of rapture greet our ear Springtime, lovely springtime, Welcome, welcome here.
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