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Page 101 - Mary dear, cold is my clay ; It lies beneath a stormy sea. Far, far from thee I sleep in death ; So, Mary, weep no more for me...
Page 135 - Sweet free - dom's song ; To Thee we sing; Land where my fa - thers died ! Land of the I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and Let mor - tal tongues a - wake ; Let all that Long may our land be bright With free-dom's Pil-grim's pride ! From ev - 'ry moun-tain side Let free - dom ring.
Page 135 - ry moun-tain side Let free -dom ring! tern - pled hills: My heart with rap - ture thrills Like that a - bove. breathe par-take; Let rocks their si - lence break,— The sound pro -long, ho - ly light; Pro - tect us by Thy might, Great God, our King!
Page 122 - To do to others as I would That they should do to me, Will make me honest, kind, and good, As children ought to be.
Page 97 - A THOUGHT IT is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place.
Page 135 - tis of thee, Sweet land of lib • er - ty, 2. My na - live coun - try, thee, Land of the no - ble free, 3. Let mu - sic swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees 4. Our fa • thers' God, to Thee, Au - thor of lib - er - ty, Of thee I sing.
Page 75 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 134 - Immortal patriots ! Rise once more; Defend your rights, defend your shore; Let no rude foe with impious hand, Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine where sacred lies Of toil and blood the well-earned prize.