When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And every thing else is still
Then come home my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise
No no let us play, for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep Besides in the sky, the little birds fly And the hills are all cover’d with sheep
The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh’d And all the hills ecchoed

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