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CHILDREN IN EXILE.
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Each morn their little dusky feet Sprang down the sparkling lea,To plunge beneath the glowing stream Beside the chestnut tree;And when the hiding squirrel's nest They sought, far up the hills,They bathed their reeking foreheads cool Among the mountain rills.
They saw the early silver moon Peep through her wavy bower,And in her beams they chased the bat Around his leafy tower;And, when the stars all silently Went out o'er hill and plain,They listened low to merry chimes Of Summer evening rain.
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