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Have you heard the waters singing, Little May, Where the willows green are bending O'er their way? Do you know how low and sweet, O'er the pebbles at their feet, Are the words the waves repeat, Night and day? Have you heard the robins singing, Little one, When the rosy dawn is breaking, When 't is done? Have you heard the wooing breeze, In the blossomed orchard trees, And the drowsy hum of bees In the sun? All the earth is full of music, Little May,— Bird, and bee, and water singing On its way. Let their silver voices fall On thy heart with happy call: "Praise the Lord, who loveth all," Night and day, Little May. |