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2 We bid thee welcome, gentle maid,
Our hearts in love around thee cling,
3 From icy caves and regions drear,
4 Through many a clear and happy day,
AIR-See Baker's "School Music Book," p. 134.
1 Summer is breathing
Sweets on the gale;
Roses are blooming
Fresh in our vale;
The sunbeams are playing
O'er the blue sea;
Bright as the glances
eye gave me.
TUNE-See "Vocal Class Book," p. 86.
All thy sweet waters
Sing of the happy and free;
2 Come where the zephyrs are straying,
"List, 'tis Music Stealing."
TUNE-See "Vocal Class Book," p. 84
1 List, 'tis music stealing
Over the rippling sea;
Bright yon moon is beaming
Över each tower and tree.
The waves seem listening to the sound,
2 Music sounds the sweetest,
Then as we're gently sailing,
We'll sing that plaintive strain,
List to the convent bells.