3:2

Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r!

And these re-joic-ing eyes-Wel-come to this re

LABAN. S. M. FROM CARMINA SACRA
By permission.

My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise;

To thine abode, My heart as-pires, With

To thine a-bode My heart aspires,With warm desires, To