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LITTLE VOICES.
Little voices come to me,
Sweet o'er the morning air;
Heart-stirring greetings, sent to be
A solace from life's care.

Little voices breathe to me
A music all their own—
A strain of heavenly harmony,
For ever moving on.

Little voices full of glee
And laughter-loving mirth;
Life seems but one long joy to be—
No shadows on the earth.

Little voices prattling on,
Making music of each tone;

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