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Part-Song....... The dawn of day”....... S. Reay.

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Come and watch the daylight dawning,

O'er the mountains bleak and gray,-
Come and see the purple morning

Tinge their summits far away.
Gaily sounds the voice of gladness,

O'er the vale and through the grove,
Not one single note of sadness
Tells of aught but peace and love.

Tra, la, la.

Come, thy foot should ne'er be weary

Never tired thy wakeful eye,
Earth should ne'er seem dark or dreary,

When the morning gilds the sky.
Birds shall plume their wings beside thee,

Gaily warbling over head;
Sunbeams through the green leaves guide thee,
Where thy steps may safely tread.

Tra, la, la.

Come, the lark has left the meadow

Now he soars beyond our sight,
Far away from mist and shadow,

Singing in a world of light.
Come and see what forms of glory,

Spring to life in morning's ray,
Come and hear the joyful story
Nature tells at dawn of day.

Tra, la, la.

Andante.......from "First Symphony"...... Haydn.

Chorus....with Orchestral accompaniments....Bishop.

Soprano SolosJ. F. DUTHIE.


Now tramp, now tramp, o'er moss and fell
While breathing chanters proudly swell
The batter'd ground, returns the sound-
Clan Alpine's cry, is win or die.

Guardian spirits of the brave,
Victory! o'er my hero wave.

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Hark! the curfew's solemn sound,

Silent darkness spreads around;-
Heavy it beats on the lover's heart,

Who leaves with a sigh, his tale half told;
The poring Monk and his book must part !

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,
Unheard ! unseen!

Yet, where their midnight pranks have been
The circled turf will betray, to-morrow.


.....“ To Anthea,” and “ Julia”...... Hatton.

The Poetry by Herrick.



To Anthea, who may command him anything.

Bid me to live, and I will live

Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give

A loving heart to thee.

A heart as soft, a heart as kind,

A heart as sound and free,
As in the whole world thou can'st find
That heart Ile give to thee!

( And following verses.)

To Julia.

Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee ;

And the elves also,

Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

No will-o'-the-wispe mislight thee,
Nor snake nor slow-worm bite thee,

But on, on thy way,

Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee!

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All men are not gay

deceivers -
Some in love are true believers :
See the dancers wait for thee,
Then come, thou dear one, come with me.

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