A SONG WITHOUT WORDS.
“ Play us a tunc,” cried the children, “ Something merry and sweet, tike birds that sing in the summer, Or nodding o’ the wheat, Dancing across the meadows While the warm sun burns and glows, Till we fancy we smell in winter The breath of the sweet June rose.” “Play us a tuae,” said the mother, Something tender and low, tike a th. nght that conies in autumn, When the leaves are ready to go; When the fire on the hearth is lighted, ' And we know not which, is b< st, The long, bright evening coming, ’ Or the long, bright day at rest.” And the dear little artist bending Over the swaying bow, Drew tunes so merry and gladsome. And tones so soft and low, That we scarce could tell who listened " Which song had the sweetest words. The one that aang of the fireside Or the one that sang of the birds. —Selected.
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Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 38, 16 December 1893, Page 10
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157A SONG WITHOUT WORDS. Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 38, 16 December 1893, Page 10
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