THE YOUTH’S CABINET. 249

 

©, come, come away, from labor now reposing;
Let busy eare awhile forbear,
OQ, come, come away;
Come, come, our social joys renew,
And there, where trust and friendship grew,
Let true hearts weleome you.
O, come, come away.

From toil, and the cares on which the day is closing,
The hour of eve brings sweet reprieve ;
O, come, come away ;
© come where beve will smile on thee,
And round its hearth will gladness be,
And time fly merrily.
Q, eome, come away.

While sweet Philomel, the weary traveler cheering,
With evening songs her note prolongs,
O, come, come away.
In answering songs of sympathy,
We'll sing in tuneful harmony,
Of hope, joy, liberty.
O, come, come away.