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Merry lark, and thrush, and blackbird,
 In the grove and in the sky
Make your music, shame our dumbness,
 Till we make reply.

Children's laughter is a music
 Flowing from a hidden spring,
Which, though men misdoubt its virtue,
 Well is worth discovering;
Slowly dies the heart that knows not
 How to laugh and sing.

Hark, a cradle-song! the Singer
 Is the Heart of God Most High;