JOY
There's a soft rosy glow o'er the whole world to-day,There's a freshness and fragrance that trembles in May,There's a lilt in the music that vibrates and thrillsFrom the uttermost glades to the tops of the hills.
Oh! I am so happy, my heart is so light,The shades and the shadows have vanished from sight,This wild pulsing gladness throbs like a sweet pain—O soul of me, drink, ere night falleth again!
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