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Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time, Love, sweet Love, was thought a crime!…
When the voices of children are heard on the green And whisp’rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise…
Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,– Merrily, Merrily merrily, to…
When the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
IN THIS AGE OF HARD TRYING NONCHALANCE IS GOOD, AND really, it is not the business of the gods to bake clay…
