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Songs from the Southland
Songs from the Southland
Songs from the Southland
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    Songs from the Southland - Sarah Frances Price

    The Project Gutenberg EBook of Songs from the Southland, by Various

    This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with

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    Title: Songs from the Southland

    Author: Various

    Editor: Sarah Frances Price

    Release Date: August 28, 2008 [EBook #26445]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS FROM THE SOUTHLAND ***

    Produced by David Garcia, Diane Monico, and the Online

    Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This

    file was produced from images generously made available

    by The Kentuckiana Digital Library)

    Very Truly Yours,

    Paul H. Hayne.


    SONGS

    FROM THE SOUTHLAND

    SELECTED BY

    S. F. PRICE

    BOSTON

    D. LOTHROP COMPANY

    WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIEL


    Copyright, 1890,

    by

    D. Lothrop Company.

    Contents

    THE CLOSING YEAR.

    CHRISTMAS. [1864.]

    LA BELLE JUIVE.

    TO HELEN.

    A CHRISTMAS CHANT.

    THE VOICE IN THE PINES.

    ASPECTS OF THE PINES.

    IN HARBOR.


    SONGS

    FROM THE SOUTH-LAND.


    THE CLOSING YEAR.

    GEORGE D. PRENTICE.

    'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now

    Is brooding, like a gentle spirit o'er

    The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds

    The bell's deep tones are swelling; 'tis the knell

    Of the departed year. No funeral train

    Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood,

    With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest

    Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred,

    As by a

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