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A CRADLE SONG.

Sing, ye winds and sing, ye waters,
 May the music of your song
Silence all the dark forebodings
 That have plagued the world too long;
He who made your voices tuneful
 Comes to right the wrong.


Warble on, ye feathered songsters,
 Lift your praises loud and high,