A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
Victor Hugo, Frank Lee Benedict (1874). “Ninety-three”, p.238, Dawson Bros.

A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.