Memories, the Oologist Holds Dear— Concluded. 



to thy 



1. Oh, what a joy is mine When 



2. When I am long - ing For an in - spir - ing 



3. When from the mountain high, I view dear Na-ture, 



4. Oh, joy - ful is thy peace, And com - fort - ing and 



heart, To commune 



tho't, And of world 



grand, Cre - a - ted 



good, The fra- grance 



H^lii^ii 





with thy art, Na - ture di - vine I Thou canst 



car- ing naught, Light is dawn - ing; On wings 



by thy hand, God of the sky! I soar 



of thy wood, Na - ture most sweet; 'Tis there, 



re - lease my soul 



dost thou lift me 



from this high crest, 



on bend - ed knee, 



From ev-'ry flow-'ring knoll, And thou canst have my praise 



And car - ry me with thee, Sooth- ing me as I rise 



O'er tree- top, bird and nest.While in my throbbing breast, 



I ev - er bow to thee, I know tliou lov - est me 



For - ev - er thine. 



A - bove the ground. 

 My soul still sings. 



In thy re - treat! 



Jacobs. Waynes 



