Page:National Lyrics.pdf/150



on, rejoice, make music, Bright living stream set free! The troubled haunts of care and strife Were not for thee!

The woodland is thy country, Thou art all its own again; The wild birds are thy kindred race, That fear no chain.

Flow on, rejoice, make music Unto the glistening leaves! Thou, the beloved of balmy winds, And golden eves.