Above is the note that Bug passed to me during a recent Sunday church service. It was written on the back of a gum wrapper in pencil and given to me simply for my enjoyment and his pleasure.
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.
WILLIAM BLAKE, Nurse's Song
I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value.
CHARLES DICKENS, A Christmas Carol
When the voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still.
WILLIAM BLAKE, Nurse's Song
I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest license of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value.
CHARLES DICKENS, A Christmas Carol
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