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 "Hear, you chattering cricket,

Hear, you spawn of the sod,

The strange strong cry in the darkness

Of one man praising God,

"That out of the night and nothing

With travail of birth he came

To stand one hour in the sunlight

Only to say her name.

"Falls through her hair the sunshine

In showers; it touches, see,

Her high bright cheeks in turning;

Ah, Elfin Company,

"The world is hot and cruel,

We are weary of heart and hand,

But the world is more full of glory:

Than you can understand."