T'no musical trnmpet's Mast, Thr sound of lauehter gay, Then Word to ;tart ia passed And tho taliylio rolls away. Out of th! city's Eircet, ÜTar frora thu noisy tbroag, Into tha country sweet It rumbles gayly along Over the cool green hills And down through the wooded dalea, Fraraiit witb daifodiis And vocal with calling quails. Happy eacli youthful faco, Merry the mirthful wits. And, lo, in the footman's place Trunjixtir CuDid sits!