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THE HUMBLE-BEE.
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Let me chase thy wav - ing lines, Sing - ing o - ver shrubs and vines.

The green si - lence dost dis - place With thy mel-low breezy bass.

Clov-er, catch-fly, ad - der's tongue, Bri - er ro - ses, dwelt a - mong.

Thou al - read-y slum-b'rest deep; Woe and want thou canst out-sleep.


WOODNOTES.

Ralph Waldo Emerson. Wenzel Müller.

1. He loved the wild, a for - est seer, A min - strel

2. It seemed that Na - ture could not raise A plant in

3. He saw the part - ridge drum in the woods; He heard the

4. What oth - ers did at dis - tance hear, And guessed with -


of the nat - ural year, A lov - er true, who knew by

an - y se - cret place, But he would come the ver - y

wood - cock's ev'n- ing hymn; He found the tawn - y thrush-es'

in the thick-et's gloom. Was shown to this phil-os - o -


heart Each joy the moun - tain dales im - part.

hour It o - pened in its vir - gin bower.

broods; And the shy hawk did wait for him.

pher, And at his bid - ding seemed to come.