Songs for Intermediate Grades1916 - 46 pages |
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angels sing banner beauty bells are ringing blossom bells blow bluebird Bobolink bounding main brave breath breeze bright brooklet CALIFORN California chime CHORUS Christmas dancing dear distance awake Dreams of spring ev'ry eyes Farewell flag float flow'rs Flowerets forever fragrant glad gleaming Glorious glory golden Gondolier happy Hark heart heaven Highlands hill Hola holy night hush thee hush-a-by INTERMEDIATE joyous Kentucky Babe la la la land lark LEAFLET light lily bells little baby Coon little birdies little tin soldier lullaby merry moon morning Neath never would tell o'er ocean peace praise promised I never proudly ring sail Santa Lucia SHEET MUSIC silver sleep smile soft Softly SONGS OF LONG Springtime star-spangled banner stars stream Streamlet Summer Sweet spring swing TEACHER'S EDITION Thanksgiving day thou thro tra-la-la-la trees voices wave Whispering Whistling Joe white and blue whoo wind wood ye birds
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Page 16 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 34 - I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps, They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps ; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on.
Page 33 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected now shines on the stream: Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Page 34 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 38 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 3 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Page 10 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page 31 - So it's home again, and home again, America for me! My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be, In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars, Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
Page 34 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Page 33 - O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets...