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INNOCENCE.
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Saying, "Wrath, by his meekness
And by his health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.


"And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
For, wash'd in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold."


SOUND the flute!
Now it's mute.
Birds delight
Day and night;
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in sky,
Merrily,
Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year.


Little boy,
Full of joy;
Little girl,
Sweet and small;