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The merry merry lark was up and singing, / And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; / And the merry merry bells below were ringing, / When my child's laugh rang through me.
Now the hare is snared and dead beside the snow-yard, / And the lark beside the dreary winter sea; / And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard / Sleeps sound till the bell brings me.
Eversley, 1848.