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A fresh young voice that sings to me / So often many a simple thing, / Should surely not unanswered be / By all that I can sing.
Dear voice, be happy every way / A thousand changing tones among, / From little child's unfinished lay / To angel's perfect song.
In dewy woods -- fair, soft, and green / Like morning woods are childhood's bower -- / Be like the voice of brook unseen / Among the stones and flowers;
A joyful voice though born so low, / And making all its neighbours glad; / Sweet, hidden, constant in its flow / Even when the winds are sad.
So, strengthen in a peaceful home, / And daily deeper meanings bear; / And when life's wildernesses come / Be brave and faithful there.
Try all the glorious magic range, / Worship, forgive, console, rejoice, / Until the last and sweetest change -- / So live and grow, dear voice.