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Come, thy foot should ne'er be weary
Never tired thy wakeful eye,
When the morning gilds the sky.
Gaily warbling over head;
Tra, la, la.
Andante.......from “ First Symphony"......Haydn.
Chorus....with Orchestral accompaniments....Bishop.
Soprano Solos-J. F. DUTHIE.
F. G. RICHARDSON.
Now tramp, now tramp, o'er moss and fell
Guardian spirits of the brave,
Hark! the curfew's solemn sound,
Silent darkness spreads around ;-
Who leaves with a sigh, his tale half told ;
And fearful, the Miser locks his gold.
Now whilst labour sleeps, and charmed sorrow,
O’er the dewy green,
By the glow-worm's light
Dance the elves of night,
Yet, where their midnight pranks have been
“ To Anthea,” and “ Julia”......
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
(And following verses.)