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[Childlike, I love that skylark's trills]

Childlike, I love that skylark's trills;
This airy bloom along the hills
Enchants me; newly budding trees,
The bright brook shivering in the breeze,
The clumps of flow'rs, the wandering smells,
And every voice that sinks or swells,
And all the streaky blue above,
As many years ago, I love.
Thank Heav'n for this!—but “childlike,” no!
Experience will not come and go.