DUETS, GLEES, AWAY! AWAY.*--,? T?xO. Aw_?z' ! away!
- We've crowned the day,
The hounds are waiting for their pray; The h?ntsman's call Invites ye all, Come in boys while ye may. The jolly horn, The rosy morn, With harmony of deep'mouth'd hounds; These--these my b.oys, Are sportsmen's joys, Our pleasure knows no bounds. THE MESSENGER BiRD.?x Taov art com? from the spitit's land, thou bird; Tho? art come from the spitit's land, Through the dark pine grove let thy voice be beau'd, And tell of the shadowy band. We know that the bowers are green andTair, In./he light of that summer shore, And we know that the friends we've lost are them, They are there, and.they weep no more. But tell us thou bird of the solemn strain, Can those who have 1ov'd forget? We call. and they answer not aRain, Oh! say doehey love us yet?
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