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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
THE TIME OF THE SINC ING- OF BIRDS-Continued. 
flow’rs un - fold their tints of gold, And the fair pink maybe < 
winds that creep where daisies sleep, And the dainty wind-flow’rs blow, 
hu - man hearts whose bit-ter smarts Its smile hath powerto heal. 
O’er all the land doth a 
And deep in the heart of the 
The time of the singing of 
prom - ise lie, The her - aid of Sum-mer’s reign; 
dim old woods The sun - beams fair have strayed; 
birds is come, And we pause in our wea - ry way. 
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At the gold - en beat of her 
Like shafts of light they have 
While the sad hearts thrill and the 
fly - ing teet The old Earth smiles a - gain, 
pierced the night By the arch - ing bran - ches made, 
sad eyes fill At the - - - - 
breath of the scented May. 
SONG OF THE MAPLE. 
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Ma - pie, from the leafy wildwood, Where thine early years haye sped; Emblem of our happy childhood, 
2. Infant leaves, unclasp your fingers, Sunshine, kiss their tender palms; Ev’ning wind, as twilight lingers,. 
3. On the early-dawning morrow. In the garden-world of care, We must meet the joy and sorrow 
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To the past forever fled, Here, with radiant Spring adorning “ Banks and braes ” with buds and flow’rs, 
With our ma - pie in thine arms, Swayandsing: “Odews of e-ven, Daily as ye sink to rest, 
That a - wait our coming there. O brave hearts! whenrestful'e - ven Findsourdai - ly 3u - ty o’er. 
