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"Sunrise on the Hills" (fixed over) I stood upon the bed, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march - - - - - - - - - - - - I heard the distant waters dash, I saw the girls whirl and flash, - - - - - - - - - - - - Then down the stair, with a loud swell, The sound of the break-fast bell - - - - - - - - - - - - This afternoon there's nothing to fill, Go, with your books, to Prospect hill! |
| Don't stay in your room! |
| T.S.C. |