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Oh, sportsmen, you know ’twould be wrong!

At dawn of the day, they are warbling away,

But they never have done the least harm;

The summer’s most gone, they’ve a short time to stay—

They will soon fly away from our farm.

To the bright sunny South, they then will repair,

In autumn they flock off together;

Our Father in Heaven with kind, watchful care,

Then guides them in search of warm weather.

I’m sure ’twill displease Him, if merely for sport

You shoot these sweet songsters to-day;

Remember, kind sportsmen, their life is but short;

Oh, spare them, in pity, I pray!

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Jane, my dear,

How can you be

Cross to little

Emily!

When she’s such

A darling child;

Always gentle,

Meek and mild.

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See Frontispiece and other views of Trenton Falls.

Cascades roaring

In their might,—

Waters pouring

From the height,—

Wildly bounding

On their way,—

Loud resounding,

Seem to say,—

See us toiling,

As we glide;—

Hear us boiling,

Far and wide.

We are living,