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AGATHE DEMING Songs The Campers Song 87 EDW. LUTON WOOD Ful-low thetrailto the o - penair A - lonewiththehills and sky- A pack onyour back but. mev-er a care Let-ting the daysslip by Heal - ing fra-grance of the dark Glow from a camp-er's Star-light and shad-ow and mu-sic of waves While the gray smoke curls higher fire— Fol-low the trail to the o - pen air Let-tingthe days slip by — smile on your lips A— song in your heart One with the hills and sky. EMMA L. ANTZ A Canoe Song JOSEPHINE MORLOCK een <=> fA EE! OE a Pa e " eo er ot oF Wee We dip our pad dies rip ples start —— . out ward curve And break and dart The shore is t, Our cy or yet Fr ae Light eexoe Slips do wrwar: en tho rivers .dlus.. Oft willow trees with curved trunks Lean o’er us, gray like hermit monks; Wild grapes swing down and look and twist, All rich with fruit, wind-tossed, sun-kissed. And fairy castles in the sky Go floating by to realms on high; The long reeds swish and curve and bend And in a song their voices blend. We slip along by bank and shore Where many an Indian slipped before. All noiselessly, as though we, too, The old, old hunter wisdom knew.