on hearing a child laugh at play.
Laugh on—thy joyous heart
Hath never felt a care,
Or such light tones of merriment
Would never linger there.
Hath never felt a care,
Or such light tones of merriment
Would never linger there.
Laugh on—and may that smile
Long circle o'er thy brow;
And mayst thou never, never feel
The anguish I do now.
Long circle o'er thy brow;
And mayst thou never, never feel
The anguish I do now.
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