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TO A CRICKET.
Cheerful, little, chirping cricket!
Thank you for your serenade!
Gaily, lightly, all the evening,
You, your fairy lute have played.
Thank you for your serenade!
Gaily, lightly, all the evening,
You, your fairy lute have played.
In some corner, dark and lonely,
All unseen, unfound you sing;
By your merry music only
Do we know you, happy thing!
All unseen, unfound you sing;
By your merry music only
Do we know you, happy thing!
So should I the lesson treasure;
Lone like you, without a name,
Sing my song for others' pleasure,
Caring not for praise or fame.
Lone like you, without a name,
Sing my song for others' pleasure,
Caring not for praise or fame.
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