UNDER THE TREES.
Richard Henry Stoddard. U. Munjinger.
Moderato.
When the sum - mer days are bright and long, And the
'Tis sweet in the sha - dy wood to lie, And
When win - ter comes and the days are dim, And the
'Tis sweet in the fad - ed woods to stray, And
Summer or win - ter, day or night, The
They give us peace, and they make us strong, Such
lit - tle birds pipe a mer - ry song,
gaze at the leaves and the twink - ling sky,
wind is sing - ing a mourn - ful hymn,
tread the dead leaves in - to the clay,
woods are an ev - er new de - light;
won - der - ful balms to them be - long:
Drink - ing the while the rare, cool breeze,
Think - ing of all life's mys - ter - ies. . .
So, liv - ing or dy - ing, I'll take mine ease . .
Un - der the trees, . . . . un - der the trees.