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Rh 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;