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I SEE the small birds fluttering on the trees,

And know the sweet notes they are softly singing;

I see the green leaves trembling in the breeze,

And know the rustling that such breeze is bringing;

I see the waters rippling as they flow,

And know the soothing murmur of their noise;

I see the children in the fire-light’s glow,

Laughing and playing with their varied toys;

I see the signs of merriment and mirth;

I see the music of God’s lovely earth;

I see the earnest talk of friend with friend,

And wish my earnest thoughts with theirs could blend;

But oh! to my deaf ears there comes no sound,

I live a life of silence most profound.