PAGE The breezes went steadily through the tall pines The dawn went up the sky 353 270 324 259 72 191 The glories of our birth and state 24 The groves of Blarney, they look so charming 92 The guests are come, all silent they have waited 297 There's a grim one-horse hearse in a jolly round trot 189 The scene was more beautiful far to the eye "T is midnight's holy hour,-and silence now "T was a jolly old pedagogue, long ago 226 "T was in heaven pronounced, and 't was muttered 109 102 319 "T was when the wan leaf frae the birk tree wus fa'in' 105 PAGE Two worlds there are. To one our eyes we strain 243 158 Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town We hail this morn We meet 'neath the sounding rafter 246 229 256 When a' ither bairnies are hushed to their hame 117 When another life is added 240 Whence come those shrieks so wild and shrill 182 84 When the humid shadows hover over all the 244 274 88 247 195 "You have heard," said a youth to his sweetheart, |