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Hark my Children

Hark! hark! O my children, hark!
When the sky has lost its blue
What do the stars sing in the dark?
“We must sparkle, sparkle, through.”
What do leaves say in the storm,
Tossed in whispering heaps, together?
“We can keep the violets warm
'Till they wake in fairer weather.”
What do happy songsters say,
Flitting through the gloomy wood?
“We must sing the gloom away—
Sun or shadow, God is good.”