PART VII. APPROPRIATE SONGS AND SELECTIONS. 



MY COUNTRY, 'TIS OF THEE ! 



My country, 'tis of thee. 

 Sweet land of liberty, 



Of thee I sing. 

 Land where my fathers died. 

 Land of the pilgrim's pride; 

 Fi'om every mountain side 



Let freedom ring. 



My native country, thee. 

 Land of the noble free. 



Thy name I love; 

 I love thy rocks and rills; 

 Thy woods and templed hills; 

 My heart with rapture thrills 



Like that above. 



Let music swell the l)reeze 

 And ring from all the trees 



Sweet freedom's song; 

 Let mortal tongues awake. 

 Let all that breathe partake. 

 Let rocks their silence break, 



The sound prolong. 



Our father's God. to Thee, 

 Author of liberty. 



To Thee we sing. 

 Long may our land be bright 

 "With freedom's holy light, 

 Protect us by Thy might, 



Great God, our King. 



-Smith. 



THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. 



How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, 



When fond recollection presents them to view ! 

 The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, 



And ev'ry loved spot which my infancy knew ; 

 The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it. 



The bridge and the rock where the cataract fell ; 

 The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it. 



And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well. 



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