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460 You may take the country over When the bluebird turns a rover, And the wind is soft and hazy, And you feel a little lazy, And the hunters quit the possums It s the time for dogwood blossoms. We feel so light we wish there were more fences here; We d like to jump and jump them, all together! No seeds for us, no guns, or even simmon beer, No nothin but the blossoms and fair weather! The meadow is a little sticky right at first, But a few short days'll wipe away that trouble. To feel so good and gay, I would n t mind the worst That could be done by any field o stubble. O, all the trees are seemin sappy 1 O, all the folks are smilin happy! And there s joy in every little bit of room; But the happiest of them all At the Shanghai rooster s call Are we barefoots when the dogwoods burst abloom!

SUNDOWN

Hills, wrapped in gray, standing alone in the west Clouds, dimly lighted, gathering slowly; The star of peace at watch above the crest Oh, holy, holy, holy 1 We know, O Lord, so little what is best; Wingless, we move so lowly; But in thy calm all-knowledge let us rest Oh, holy, holy, holy 1