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Bayard Taylor. Johann A. P. Schulz.

1. The Sea is a jo- vial com-rade,He laughs wher - ev - er he

2. But the Wind is sad and rest-less, And cursed with an in - ward

3. Wel-come are both their voi - ces. And I know not which is

goes; His mer - ri - ment shines in the

pain; You may hark as you will, by

best,— The laugh - ter that slips from the

dimp - ling lines That wrin - kle his hale re - pose;

val - ley or hill, But you hear him still com - plain,

O - cean's lips, Or the com - fort-less Wind's un - rest.

He lays him - self down at the feet of the sun,

He wails on the bar - ren moun - tains,

There's a pang in all re - joic - ing.