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ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
BEAUTIFUL ARE THE MOUNTAINS - Continued. 
Whose bright eyes to - ward them turn. And dance vis - a - 
They 1 ;urn and smile at the sky, And fill - ing the 
All join the tra - la and say : We’ll sing the sweet 
vis* to the man - drake, And smile to the bow - ing fern... 
air with their sweet - ness, As zeph-yrs go whisp-’ring by.. . 
prais - es of Na - ture, For spring-time has come so gay... 
From “ SoDg Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., New York. 
JAMIE BEATTY. 
THE VIOLET. 
E. L. DANFOKTH. 
(Down in a green and sha - dy bed A mod - est vio - let grew, 
• \ Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from (Omit.) view; 
, j It was a flower so fair, so frail. Yet not a per - son knew 
'• ( Where in its grass - y rest - ing-place, The hum - ble vio - let (Omit.) grew; 
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And yet 
But God 
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it was a love - ly flower, Its col - or rich and rare; 
a - lone, who gave it life, Looked down with ten - der care, 
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It might have grown in ro - sy bower, In - stead of hid - ing there. 
To see that lit - tie flow - ’ret pure, So sweet - ly bloom-ing there. 
From “ Song Wave,” by courtesy of D. Appleton & Co., New York. 
