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 Sounds as of far-off bells came on his ears— He fancied 'twas the music of the spheres.

He was mistaken, it was no such thing, 'Twas Yankee Doodle played by Scudder's band: He muttered, as he lingered listening, Something of freedom and our happy land; Then sketched, as to his home he hurried fast, This sentimental song—his saddest, and his last:

Young thoughts have music in them, love And happiness their theme; And music wanders in the wind That lulls a morning dream. And there are angel voices heard, In childhood's frolic hours, When life is but an April day Of sunshine and of showers.

There's music in the forest-leaves When summer winds are there, And in the laugh of forest girls That braid their sunny hair.