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20 All sweet voices are the echoes

That in varied tones reply

To that Voice which through the ages

Sings earth’s lullaby.

Oftentimes a sleepless infant

For a season frets and cries:

All at once an unseen finger

Curtains up the little eyes.

So the cradled child He nurses

God will tranquillise.

His the all-enfolding Presence;

Oh, what tutelage it brings