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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
All nature is smiling, 
Our young hearts beguiling, 
0, we will be happy to-day. 
Chorus. 
Away, awa 3 r , away, away, 
Away to the woods, away; 
Away, away, away, away. 
Away to the woods, away. 
THE BROWN THRUSH. 
T HERE’S a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree; 
He’s singing to me ! he’s singing to me ! 
And what does he say, little girl, little boy? 
*“ Oh ! the world’s running over with joy ! 
Hush ! look ! in my tree 
I’m as happy as happy can be.” 
And the brown thrush keeps singing, “A nest do you see. 
And five eggs hid by me in the big cherry tree ? 
Don’t meddle, don’t touch, little girl, little boy, 
Or the world will lose some of its joy ! 
Now I’m glad ! now I’m free ! 
And I always shall be, 
If you never bring sorrow to me.” 
So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree. 
To you and to me — to you, and to me; 
And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy; 
“ Oh, the world’s running over with joy! 
But long it won’t be — 
Don’t you know? don’t you see? 
Unless we’re as good as can be.” 
Lucy Laroom. 
I had a little yellow bird 
Upon a summer’s day, 
,He sat upon my finger 
And he never flew away. 
He fluttered and he fluttered 
And he fluttered all the day, 
But he never sang a song, 
And he never flew away. 
St. Nicholas, 1888. 
