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| | WILLIAM BLAKE: The Echoing Green (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-30) |
 | | The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around To the bells' cheerful sound; While our sports shall be seen On the echoing green. |
 | | They laugh at our play, And soon they all say, 'Such, such were the joys When we all -- girls and boys -- In our youth-time were seen On the echoing green.' Till the little ones, weary, No more can be merry: The sun does descend, And our sports have an end. |
 | | Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers, Like birds in their nest, Are ready for rest, And sport no more seen On the darkening green. |
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