NURSE'S SONG
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And
whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my
mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Then come home, my children, the
sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring and your day
are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.
NURSE'S SONG
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