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Isaac B. Woodbury. Isaac B. Woodbury.

Tenderly.

1. Speed a - way! speed a - way! on thine er - rand of light! There's a

2. And oh! wilt thou tell her, blest bird on the wing, That her

3. Go, bird of the sil - ver wing! fet - ter - less now; Stoop

young heart a - wait-ing thy com-ing to - night; She will fon-dle thee

moth-er hath ev - er a sad song to sing; That she standeth a -

not thy bright pin - ions on yon mountain's brow; But hie thee a -

close, she will ask for the lov'd. Who pine up - on earth since the

lone, in the still qui-et night, And her fond heart goes forth for the

way, o'er rock, riv - er and glen, And find our young "Day Star," ere

"Day Star" has roved, She will ask if we miss her, so long is her

be - ing of light, Who had slept in her bo - som, —but who would not

night close a - gain; Up, on - ward! let noth - ing thy mis - sion de -

stay, Speed a - way! Speed a - way! Speed a - way!

stay?

lay.