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A CHILD'S THOUGHT
As he gazed around him,
In a still surprise.
Then intently listening,
"What is this I hear
All the time, dear mother,
Sounding in my ear?"
In a still surprise.
Then intently listening,
"What is this I hear
All the time, dear mother,
Sounding in my ear?"
"I hear nothing," said she,
"Earth is hushed and still."
But he hearkened, hearkened,
With an eager will,
Till at length a quick smile
O'er the child-face broke,
And a kindling lustre
In his dark eyes woke.
"Earth is hushed and still."
But he hearkened, hearkened,
With an eager will,
Till at length a quick smile
O'er the child-face broke,
And a kindling lustre
In his dark eyes woke.
"Listen, listen, mother!
For I hear the sound
Of the wheels, the great wheels
That move the world around!"
Oh, ears earth has dulled not!
In your purer sphere,
Strains from ours withholden
Are you wise to hear?
For I hear the sound
Of the wheels, the great wheels
That move the world around!"
Oh, ears earth has dulled not!
In your purer sphere,
Strains from ours withholden
Are you wise to hear?
