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2596 Program, "Reception of the Old Belfry," April 18, 1891
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2596 Program, "Reception of the Old Belfry," April 18, 1891
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RECEPTION °F THE <br /> OLD 13E1AFPvY, <br /> ON BELFRY HILL, LEXING-FON, <br /> (After an absence of 124 years.) <br /> ti Vr. <br /> SATURDAY P, M,, APRIL 18th, 189/, AT 4 O'CLOCK. <br /> 1. -SONG BY THE ASSEMBLY.—Auld Lang Syne. <br /> Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Or call it gave for patriots brave <br /> And never brought to mind, To meet the invading foe, <br /> Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And stake their lives their homes to save, <br /> And things of auld lang syne? And guard from nameless woe. <br /> For auld lang syne we meet to-day, It held throughout full many a year <br /> For auld lang syne, The hearse that bore the dead— <br /> To view the house our fathers built It journeyed far to shelter toil <br /> In days of auld Lang syne. Where Parker earned his bread. <br /> It's passed through many a changing scene Now here we place the humble house <br /> Since first they placed it here; Our fathers built of yore, <br /> The smoke-of battle'round it rolled, That it may teach through coming days <br /> Where men thought not of fear; The truth their living bore,— <br /> And from it bell the sound rang out That duty's call.should sacred be <br /> To summon men to prayer, To every patriot heart, <br /> Or told some friend had passed away And none is worthy to be free <br /> Beyond the reach of care. Who beareth not his part. _ <br /> 2. ADDRESES.S. <br /> 3. OUR FATHERS.—Tune, "America." <br /> Gone are the brave and good, Ye trees, that on this sod <br /> Who here, in peril,stood Grow where our fathers trod, <br /> In Freedom's name. Guard well the spot.— <br /> Peace to the noble dead! In faith they dared the sea, <br /> The light that on their head In truth they would be free, <br /> A hundred years have shed For love of liberty, <br /> Shall never wane. They faltered not. <br /> Thou high and holy One, <br /> Whose care for sire and son <br /> Ali nature fills,— <br /> While day shall break and close, <br /> While night her crescent showe, <br /> Oh, let Thy light repose <br /> On these our hills. <br />
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