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NOVEMBER.

call - ing, But let me tell you, my child, Though

clo - ver, The swal - low come back to the eaves, The

dar - ling, The spring will be sure to come. So,


day by day, as it clos-es, Doth dark-er and cold - er

rob - in will wear on his bo - som A vest that is bright and

when some dear joy los - es Its beau-te - ous sum - mer


grow. The roots of the bright red ros - es Will

new, And the love - li - est way - side blos - som Will

glow, Think how the roots of the ros - es Are


dim.

keep a - live in the snow.

shine with the sun and dew.

kept a - live in the snow.