oh! song of joy.
The bliss of peace may softly rest
On some less darkly troubled breast.
On some less darkly troubled breast.
Oh! sing of joy—that I may feel
The light of gladness o'er me steal:
Oh! sing of joy—that I may smile,
My heart's despondency to wile.
The light of gladness o'er me steal:
Oh! sing of joy—that I may smile,
My heart's despondency to wile.
Oh! sing of joy—that I may know
That other hearts feel less of woe:
Oh! let the song of joy arise,
And chase the sad tear from mine eyes.
That other hearts feel less of woe:
Oh! let the song of joy arise,
And chase the sad tear from mine eyes.
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