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Juanita. (Pat's Pick, page 85.) 3 Fiatt. Soft o'er the fountain, Ling'ring falls the southern moon; Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day too soon! In thy dark eyes' splendor, Where the warm light loves to dwell. Weary looks, yet tender, Speak their fond farewell! Refrain—Nita, Juanita!• Ask thy soul if we should part! Nita, Juanita! Lean thou on my heart! When in thy dreaming, Moons like these shall shine again, And daylight beaming, Prove thy dreams are vain, Wilt thou not, relenting, For thine absent lover sigh? In thy heart consenting To a prayer gone by? Retrain—Nita, Juanita! Let me linger by thy side! Nita, Juanita! Be my own fair bride! •Pronounced Wah-ne-ta. Song to Our Pioneers. (Tune, "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." Pat's Pick, page 42.) 3 Flats. From the labors of today Let us turn awhile away To the memories of the consecrated past. With a ringing rhythmic tone, Let each heart call back its own From the shadows death and time have o'er them cast.