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Throughout the sunny day he whistled on his way -- / Oh high and low, and gay and sweet, / The melody rang down the street, / Till all the weary, old, and grey, / Smiled at their work, or stopped to say, / "Now God be thanked that youth is fair, / And light of heart, and free from care."
What time the wind blew high, he whistled and went by -- / Then clarion clear on every side / The song was scattered far and wide; / Like birds above a storm that fly / The silver notes soared to the sky, / "O soul, whose courage does not fail / But with a song can meet the gale."