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When the voices of children, are heard on the green

And whisprings are in the dale:

The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,

My face turns green and pale.

Then come home my chidren, the sun is gone down

And the dews of night arise

Your spring & your day, are wasted in play

And your winter and night in disguise.