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1 Text,  14|    sing. ~When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned,
2 Text,  20|    thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away
3 Text,  43|   alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume
4 Text,  45|       work, and I feel in the air a faint smell of thy sweet
5 Text,  47| danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. The shepherd boy
6 Text,  70|   tune of thee and me all the air is vibrant, and all ages
7 Text,  73|      my pitcher. ~The evening air is eager with the sad music
8 Text,  74|       The flower sweetens the air with its perfume; yet its
9 Text,  87|     your time of worship. The air is still and silent about