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Hark My Soul How Everything
Hark My Soul How Everything
Hark My Soul How Everything
3. Though their voices lower be, 4. All the flowers that gild the spring
Streams have too their melody; Hither their still music bring;
Night and day they warbling run, If heaven bless them, thankful, they
Never pause, but still sing on. Smell more sweet, and look more
gay.
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