'TIS SPRING! 'TIS THE BEAUTIFUL SPRING!

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'Tis spring! 'tis the beautiful

spring! The

trees are all blooming around, The grass springing up all so

green Now covers the face of the ground. The birds are all building their

8 All creatures that live, are at work,
Providing for seasons to come;
And he must be tilling his ground,
Who'd have loaded wagons go home:
Then I will be idle no more,
But study as hard as I can ;
A good stock of knowledge lay up,
To use when I'm grown to a man.

4 As this is the spring of my life,
The seeds of pure goodness I'll sow:
That, fast as my years shall increase,
In knowledge and virtue, I'll grow:
To do all the good in my power,
Shall be every minute's employ;
And then when my seasons are o'er,
I'll reap a rich harvest of joy.

SUMMER SONG.

Allegretto.

Come, come, come, The summer now is here; Come

this is a pleasure that's worthy of princes, And health in its