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SONGS FOR

NEWFOUNDLAND

YOUTH
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"Set your feet fast in the common soil.

There are the roots of life, there you must learn to
stand.
Begin on the plane of every day,
Not in the blue of the heavens-and grow upward.
Must you not plough the field
Before you gather in the harvest?
Love life. Hate no one.
'Vith joy and sorrow, hope and faith,
You shall build here on earth,
A bridge up to the stars."
 NATIONAL ANTHEM.
1. God save our gracious king,
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.
Send him victorious.
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the king.

2. Thy choicest gifts in store

On him be pleased to pour;
Long may he reign.
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart ·and voice,
God save the king.

3. Our loved Newfoundland bless

With peace and happiness,
From shore to shore;
And let our Empire be,
United loyal and free,
True to herself and Thee
For evermore. Amen.

NEWFOUNDLAND ODE.
1. When sunrays crown thy pine-clad hills
And Summer spreads her hand,
'Vhen silvern voices tune thy rills,
We love thee, smiling land,
We love thee, we love thee,
We love thee, smiling land.

2. When spreads thy cloak of shimmering white,

At Winter's stern command,
Through shorten day and starlight night,
We love thee, frozen land,
We love thee, we lov,e thee,
We love thee, frozen land.

3. When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore,

And wild waves lash thy strand;
Through spindrift swirl and tempest roar,
We love thee, wind-sw·e pt land,
vVe love thee, we love thee,
We love thee, wind-swept land.
4. As loved our fathers, so we love,
Where once they stood we stand;
Their prayer we raise to Heaven above,
God guard thee, Newfoundland,
God guard thee, God guard thee,
God guard thee, Newfoundland. Amen.

110THER lIACHREE.
1. There's a spot in my heart which no colleen may
own,
There's a depth in my soul never sounded or
known;
There's a place in my memory, my 1· e that you
fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will.

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2. Sure, I love the dear silver that shines in you r
hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled
with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me,
o God bless you and keep you, Mother Machree.
IN CARIBOU LAND.
In caribou land the north winds blow,
With whistle of storm and swirl of snow,
And the frost king works his will awhile
On seas that bluster and lakes that smile.
While skates are flashing, and, to and fro,
The sleds are dashing and snowshoes go.
Our hearts go out to the landscape grand,
That winter paints in Caribou Land.

In Caribou Land the snow-storms die

And rains on the bare wet meadows lie
In shining pools, while the trees beyond
Peep shyly "into each mirror-pond.
Catkins toss on the· aspens old,
Whilst alder-tass·e ls are minting gold;
And blossoms blow and a birdie-band
Comes back with Spring to Caribou Land.

In Caribou Land sweet Summer's feet

Pass with a magic all too fleet,
Leaving its woodlands strewn with flowers,
Its broad bays limpid with quiet hours.
Its rich fields waving with ripened hay,
While sunsets. glorious crown each day;
o sun-kissed, star-sweet and zephyr-fanned
Is Summer-time in Caribou Land.
In Caribou Land the leaves turn red,
And berries gleam where the flowers have fled;
And shots ring out from the echoing hills,
While wood-folk flee from the lead that kills.
When nests arel empty and seas· are grey,
And day fades quickly and dies away-
Still some deep. thrawl that we understand
Folds us, and holds us to Caribou Land.

LAND OF GLAD TO·MORROW.

Land of Glad to-morrows,
Newfoundland our own,
Daughter of Britannia,
Be thy glory known.
Deeds of glowing valor
Crowd thy story's page.:
Noble parts awa.i t the·e
On the world's new stage.

CHORUS:
'Tis. the land of glad to-morrows,
Our own Newfoundland home,
So to-day forget your sorrows,
And sing of her where· e'er you roam!
In the sky there shines a. rainbow,
That the Lord himself hath planned
God save our ~ing, our Empire dear.
And Newfoundland our own home land!

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 Shadows have departed,
Dark was yesterday;
Now a golden sunrise,
Da wns upon thy way.
Forward then with courage,
On ward to thy goal.
Glad be thy to-morrows
While the years unroll.

SAILING.
Ower the river, over the Dee,
Dwells a maiden fair;
Oh, laughing lips and eyes has she,
And rippling, sunny hair.
CHORUS.:
Sailing, sailing, sailing,
Sailing down the stream;
Sailing, sailing, sailing,
Sailing down the stream.
Up to her window, sunshine or rain,
A clambering rose-vine goes,
And over the river my heart would fain
To climb with the climbing rose.
After the sunset flush has flown
When lilacs scent the air,
By the old bridge I'll meet alone·
My love so blithe and fair.
Over the river the evening breeze,
Fragrance-Iadened blows;
Under the blossoming apple trees .. I
I walk with my lovely rose.
Eyes has my loye like a day in June,
When all the sky is blue,
Lips like a rose in the summer noon,
Ripe-red through and through.
Ever I dream of one sweet word,
I to my love will say;
Oh, my he,a rt is like a singing bird
On a swaying hazel spray.

GIVE ~IE THE OPEN ROAD.

Marching along at the break of day,
Over the hills and far a way,
Earth seems a garden fresh and gay,
Glad with the sun and rain;
Where are the cares I used to know?
Life is a path with hope aglow,
On through the storm I bravely go,
Singing this glad refrain:
CHORUS:
Give me the open road,
And a life that is good and free,
And I'll march along with a happy song,
Whatever the weather may be.
Then give me a trusty friend
Who'll help me to' bear my load,
And I'll be a rover till the journey's over,
On the great broad open road.

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 Give me a life in the open air,
Far from the world's dark strife and care,
Let it lead- on to anywhere,
- Hold any fate in store:
Sorrow and sighs I'll leave behind
Joy in each moment I will find,
Hope. in the song of ev'ry wind,
Till my long march is o'er.

MY BONNIE.
My Bonnie is over the ocean,
My Bonnie is over the sea,
My Bonnie is over the ocean;
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
CHORUS:
Bring back, bring back,
Bring back, my Bonnie to me, to me,
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
Oh, blow ye winds over the ocean,
Oh, blow ye winds over the sea,
Oh, blow ye winds over the ocean,
And bring back my Bonnie to me.
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
I dreamed that my Bonnle was dead.
The winds have blown over the ocean,
The winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean,
And brought back my Bonnie to me.

MOTHER.
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"0" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold,
"E" is for her eyes with love-light shining,
_ "R" means right and right she'll always be:
Put them all together they sp'e ll MOTHER,
The word that means the world to me.

A PERF'E CT DAY.
1. When you come to the end of a perfect day
And sit alone with your thoughts,
vVhile the chimes- ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the, end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
~7hen the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?
2. Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem'ry has painted this perfect day,
With colours that never fade, •
And we find at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we've made.

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THE LITTLE BROWN CHURCH IN THE VALE.
There's a church in the, valley by the wildwood,
No lovelier place in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

CHORUS:
Come to the church in the wildwood,
Oh, come to' the, church in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

How sweet in a clear Sabbath morning,

To list to the clear ringing bell,
Its tones so sweetly are calling, .
Oh, come to the church in the vale.

BILLY BOY.
Where have you been all the day,
Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Where have you been all the day,
Me Billy Boy?
I've been walking all the day with
Me charmin' Nancy Grey,
And me Nancy kittled me fancy, 0 me
Charmin' Billy Boy.

Is she fit to be your wife, Billy boy,

Billy boy?
Is she fit to be your wife, me Billy
Boy?
She's as fit to be me wife as the
Fork is to the knife,
And m'e Nancy kittled me fancy, 0 me
Charmin' Billy Boy.

Can she cook a bit of steak, Billy Boy,

Billy Boy?
Can she cook a bit of steak, me Billy
Boy?
She can cook a bit of steak, Ay, and
make, a girdle cake,
And me Nancy kittled me fancy, 0 me
Charmin' Billy Boy.

Can she make an Irish stew, Billy Boy,

Billy Boy?
Can she make an Irish stew, me
Billy Boy?
She can make an Irish stew, ay, and
S'ingin' hinnies too,
And me Nancy kittled me fancy, 0 me
Charmin' Billy Boy.

Can she bake, a cherry pie, Billy Boy,

Billy Boy?
Can she make, a. cherry pie, me Billy
Boy?
She can make a cherry pie quick as
You can wink your eye,
And me Nancy kittled me fancy, 0 me
Charmin' Billy Boy.

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 S]IILIN' THROUGH.
There 's a little brown road winding over the hill.
To a little white cot by the sea;
There's a little green gate
At whose trellis I wait,
While two eyes of blue
Come smilin' through-at me.

There's a grey lock or two in the brown of your hair

There's some silver in mine too, I see;
But in all the long years,
'Vhen the clouds brought their tears,
Those two eyes of blue,
Kept smiling through-at me.

STRETCHING SONG.
Smile awhile and give your face a rest (all smile)
Stand up straight and give your manly chest a rest
(arms to side)
Stretch your hands up, to the sky (hands up)
While you watch them with your eye (heads up)
Limber up and turn around a bit (jump up and turn)
As you were and now before you sit,
Reaching out to some one near (shake hands with
neighbour)
Shake his hand and smile (all smile).

SKIN A MIR INKA.

Skin a mir inka, dinka, dinka,
Skin a mir inka doo, we love you
Skin a mir inka, dinka, dinka,
Skin a mir inka doo, we'll be true.
W'e love you in the morning,
And we love you in the night,
And we love you when you're with us
And we love you out of sight;
Skin a mir inka, dinka, dinka,
Skin a mir inka doo, 've love you.

A LIFE ON THE OCEAN 'V AVE.

A life on the ocean wave,
A home on th'e rolling deep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
Like an eagle caged I pine,
On this dull unchanging shore;
o give nle the flashing brine,
The spray and the tempest roar!

CHORUS:
A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling d,e ep,
Where the scattered waters rave,
And the winds their revels keep!
The winds" the winds, the winds
their revels keep.
The winds, the winds, the winds,
their revels keep.

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 Once more on the deck I stand,
Of my own swift gliding craft,
Set sail, farewell to the land,
And the gale follows far a-baft:
We shoot through the sparkling foam,
Like an ocean bird set free;
Like the ocean bird our home
We'll find far out on th-e sea!
The land is no longer in view,
The clouds· have begun to frown,
But with a stout vessel and crew,
We'll say let the storm come down,
And the song of our heart shall be,
While the winds and the waters rave,
A life on the heaving sea,
A home on the bounding wave!

HIKING SONG.
Way down in yonder valley,
The mist is like a. sea,
Though the sun he scarcely risen,
There is light enough for me.
For be it early morning.
Or he it late at night,
Cheerily ring our footsteps
Right, Left, Right.
CHORUS:
For be it early morning,
Or be it late at night,
Cheerily ring our footsteps,
Righ t, Left, Right.
'Mid ,e vening's dusky shadows,
In morning's rosy light,
Cheerily ring our footsteps,
Right, Left, Right.
We wandered by the woodland
That hangs upon the hill,
Hark, the birds atuning
Their morning clarion shrill.
And hurriedly awaking,
From his ne,st amid the spray,
Cheerily now the bla.ckbird
Whistling greets the day.
We gaze upon the streamlet
As o'er the bridge we lean,
We watch its hurried ripples,
We watch its golden green.
Oh, the men of the North are stalwart,
And the woodland lasses fair,
And cheerily breathes, around us
The bracing woodland air.

JUST A SONG AT TWILIGHT.

Just a song at twilight,
When the bonfire's lit,
And amid its shadows,
All the ca.mpers sit;
When the stars are o'er us,
Happ'y memories throng,
And we sing in chorus,
Sing ,each old song,
Sing each old, sweet song.

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 CAMP FIRE SONG.
As the bright flames ascend to heaven,
o God of love and truth,
We would in thought with thee commune,
In love and joy and youth.
The hills resound with our glad sound,
And echo back to thee;
Our thanks receive for work and health,
And love and loyalty.
Now the bright flames have us inspired,
Our life to hope and joy,
Our fellowship so d€ep hath been
That nothing can alloy.
So now to rest, to sleep, to dream,
Of stronger lives to live.
To sleep, to dream, to rise again,
And service strong to give.

BROTHERS IN CO·OPERATION.
Tune-"Men of Harlech."
Men and women of the nation,
Join us in Co-operation,
For our social elevation,
Haste ye to our call.
The present is the time for action,
Let no selfish class or faction
E 'er amongst you spread distraction;
Come, now, one and all.
CHORUS:
Hand in hand on-pressing,
Labour's wrongs redressing;
Work, and we right soon shall see
Wide-scatt€red many a blessing!
Earnest, true Co-operation be our glorious
aspiration,
Till we see in every nation
Labour truly free!
Be our efforts never tiring,
Each success a new inspiring,
Here's a cause your aid requiring-
Here is work for you.
Come and make each man a brother;
If you're strong, come, help another;
Strong and weak can aid each other-
If their hearts be true.
See the banner waving o'·e r us;
Hear the men who've gone before us
Sending back the shout in chorus-
Keep the flag unfurled!
Theirs the seed that, now upspringing,
Hope to many a heart is bringing;
Labour's moans we'll change to singing,
Aye, throughout the world!
There are thos·e our cause impeding;
Stand not idly by unheeding,
Every heart ana hand we're needing
Now to clear the way!
N ow for working; no more sleeping;
Union, goodwill, concord keeping;
Glorious, then, will be the reaping
In the coming day!

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 IT'S A SHORT, SHORT LIFE.
Tune-"There's A Long, Long Trail."
It's a short, shDrt life we live here,
SO' let us laugh while we may,
With a sDng for every rr:oment
Of the whDle bright day.
What's the use Df being glDDmy,
Or what's the use Df Dur tears,
When we know a mummy's had nO' fun
FDr the last three thDusand years?

CO~IE FORTH FRO]I THE VALLEY.

Tune-"BDnnie Dundee."
Come forth frDm the valley, come forth frDm the hill,
Come forth from the workshop, the mine and the mill;
From pleasure Dr slumber, frDm study Dr play,
Come forth in YDur myriads to' aid us to-day.
There's a wDrd to' be spDken, a deed to be done,
A truth to' be uttered, a cause to' be WDn!
Come forth in your myriads, CDme fDrth every Dne
There's a truth to' be uttered, a cause to be wDn!

Come YDuths, in YDur vigDur! come, men in your

prime!
Come, age with experience fresh gathered from time;
Come, wDrkers, YDu're welcDme; come, thinkers, YDU
must;
Come thick as the clouds in midsummer dust.
'I'here's a wDrd to' be spoken, a deed to' be done,
A truth to be uttered, a cause to be won.
Come forth in your myriads, come forth, every Dne,

THE HOPE OF THE AGES.

Tune-"The Red, White, and Blue."
If YDU dam up the river Df prDgress
At YDur peril and CDSt let it be!
That river must seawards despite YDU-
'Twill break dDwn your dams and be fre~!
And we heed nDt the pitiful barriers
That you in its ways have downcast;
For your efforts but add to' the tDrrent,
Whose flDOd must o'erwhelm YDU at last.

CHORUS:
For Dur banner is raised and unfurled;
At YDur head our defiance is hurled.
Our hDpe is the HDpe Df the Ages,
Our cause is the cause Df the WDrld.

Whether leading the van of the fighters

In the bitterest stress Df the strife,
Or patiently bearing the burden
Of changelessly commonplace life.
One hDpe we have ever befDre us,
One aim to attain and fulfil,
One watchword ,ve cherish to mark us-
One kindred and brotherhood still!

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 What matter if failure on failure
CrDwd closely upon us and press?
When a hundred have bravely been beaten,
The hundred-and-first wins success.
Our watchword is "Freedom"-new soldiers
Flock each day where our flag is unfurled
Our hope is the Hope of the Ages,
Our cause is the caUse of the World.

/ 0, DEAR WHAT CAN TilE ]IATTER BEl

He promised to buy me a fairing to please me,
And then for a kiss, oh, he said he would tease me,
He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonnie brown hair.

CHORUS:
Oh, dear, what can the matter be,
Dear, dear, what can the matter be,
Oh, dear, what can the matter be,
Johnnie's so long at the fair.

He promised to buy me a basket of posies,

A garland of lilies, a garland of roses;
A little blue hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonnie brown hair.

FIRE DOWN BELOW.

1. Fire in the galley, fire down below;
It's fetch a bucket of water, girls,
There's fire down below.

CHORUS:
Fire, fire, fire down below,
It's fetch a bucket of water, girls,
There's fire down below.

2. Fire in the fore-peak, fire down below;

It's fetch a bucket of water, girls,
There's fire down below.

3. Fire in the windlass, fire in the chain;

It's fetch a bucket of water, girls,
And put it out again.

4. Fire up aloft, and fire down below;

It's fetch a bucket water, girls,
There's fire down below.

A ]IERRY LIFE.
Some think the world is made for fun and frolic,
And so do I, and so do I.
Some think it well to be all melancholic,
To pine and sigh, to pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing
Some joyous song, some joyOUS song;
To set the air with music bravely ringing
Is far from wrong, is far from wrong.

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 CHORUS:
Harken, harken, music sounds afar,
Harken, harken, music sounds afar,
Tra-Ia-Ia-Ia, tra-Ia-Ia-Ia, tra-Ia-Ia-Ia, tra-Ia-Ia-Ia,
Joy is everywhere, tra-Ia-Ia-Ia, tra-Ia-Ia-Ia.

Ah, me, 'tis strange that some should take to sighing,

And like it well, and like it well.
For me, I have not thought it worth the trying,
So cannot tell, so cannot tell.
With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes,
Full soon is gone, full soon is gone;
For mirth was made for joyouS lads and lasses,
To call their own, to call their own.

JOHN PEEL.
1. D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gay?
D'ye ken John Peel at the break of day?
D'ye ken John Peel when he's far away
With his hounds and his horn in the morning?

CHORUS:
'Twas the sound of his horn call'd me from my bed,
And the cry of his hounds has me oft-times led,
For Peel's, view halloo would waken the dead,
Or a fox from his lair in the morning.
2. Yes, I ken John Peel, and auld Ruby too,
Ranter and Ringwood, and Bellman true;
From the drag to the chase) from the chase to the
view,
From the view to the death in the morning.

-;3. And I've followed John Peel both often and far,
O'er the raspar fence and the gate and the bar,
From Low Denton Holme to Scratchmere Scar,
When we vied for the brush in the morning.

THE MER~IAID.
One Friday morn when we set sail,
And our ship not far from land,
We there did espy a pretty fail' maid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her
hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.

CHORUS:
While the raging seas, the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
And 've jolly sailor boys were all up aloft,
And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,
And the land-lubbers lying down below.

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,

And a well-spoken captain was he,
"For the loss of our long boat we all shall be lost,
And go to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
And go to the bottom of the sea."

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Then up spoke the mate, so sturdy for to view,
And very well-spoken was he,
"I've married a wife in fair London Town,
And to-night she will weep for me, for me, for me,
And to-night she will weep for me."
Then up spoke the cook, with his ladle in his hand,
And a well-spoken cook was he,
"I care no more for the pots and pans,
Than I do for the galleys of the sea, the sea, the sea,
Than I do for the galleys of the sea."
Three times around went our gallant ship,
And three times around went she,
And she gave one twirl, and she gave one whirl,
As sh(~ sank to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea,
As she sank to the bottom of the sea.

ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT.

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night.
While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night;
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night;
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night.

FOLLOW THE TRAIL.

Follow the trail to the open air,
Alone with the hills and sky.
A pack on your back but never a care,
Letting the days slip by.
Healing fragrance of the pines in the dark,
Glow of the camper's fire;
Starlight and shadow and music of waves,
While the gray smoke curls higher.
Follow the trail to the open air,
Letting the days slip by;
A smile on your lips, a song in your heart,
One with the hills and sky.

Tune-"Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here."

Hail, hail, we're glad we're here,
We're making opportunity
We're building our community,
Hail, hail, we're glad we're here,
\Ve're building our community NOW.

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 VOLGA BOAT SONG.
Pull away, lads,
Pull away, lads,
A long, strong pull together.
Pull away, lads,
Pull a way, lads,
A long, strong pull together.
Now the rolling timber moves:
Now the rolling timber moves;
Pull all, together,
Pull all, together.
A long, strong pull, all together.
Pull away, lads,
Pull away, lads,
A long, strong pull, all together.
Pull away, lads,
Pull away, lads,
A long, strong pull, all together.

o BE AUTI}"UL, 1'IY COUNTRY!

Tune-" Jerusalem the Golden."
o beautiful, my country!
Be thine· a nobler care
Than all thy wealth of commerce,
Thy harvests waving fair:
Be it thy pride to lift up
The manhood of the poor;
Be thou to the oppressed
Fair Freedom's open door.
For thee our fathers suffered,
For thee they toiled and prayed,
Upon thy holy altar
Their willing lives they laid.
Thou hast no common birthright,
Grand memories. on thee shine,
The blood of pilgrim nations
Commingled flows with thine.
o beautiful, my country!
Round thee in love we draw;
Thine be the grace' of freedom,
The majesty of law.
Be righteousness thy sceptre,
Justice thy diadem,
And on thy shining forehead
Be peace the crowning gem.

GIRL RESER.VE FIRE SO~G.

Fire, fire, swift and free,
Our gifts we consecrate to thee;
Offerings of the woods we make,
Incense of the earth we take;
Silences and memories,
And our evening reveries,
Un to thy flame we give.
Fire, fire, pure and strong,
Make free our hearts from secret wrong;
Kindle wonder with thy light,
Give us reverential sight,
Lift our souls in high desire,
Radiant mystery of fire,
We bow before thy flame.

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 ON 'VINGS OF LIGHT DECLINING.
On wings of light declining,
Sinks the west'ring sun to sleep;
Lord, Thine eyes in dark or shining vigil keep.

Let Thy light, which faileth never,

Round me shine, though day depart;
And, though night prevaileth, ever flood my heart.

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