O, glorious country of freedom! Our lives we will make pure and sweet; Thou givest to us this bright springtime With hearts full of love we now greet.—Cho. Then shout for the oak in the Northland, And answer, O South, with the palm; And we who inherit this Union Sing gaily our Nation's great psalm.—Cho.

Joy Bells. (Pat's Pick, page 64.)

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Joy-bells ringing, children singing, Fill the air with music sweet; Jocund measure, guileless pleasure, Make the chain of song complete. Chorus— Joy-bells, joy-bells! Never, never cease your ringing, Children, children! Never, never cease your singing; List, list! the song that swells, Joy-bells! Joy-bells! Joy-bells ringing, children singing, Hark! their voices loud and clear; Breaking o'er us like a chorus From a purer, happier sphere. —Cho. Earth seems brighter, hearts grow lighter, As the jocund melody Charms our sadness into gladness, Pealing, pealing joyfully.—Cho.