| Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, |
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| And while the young lambs bound |
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| As to the tabor's sound, |
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| To me alone there came a thought of grief: |
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| A timely utterance gave that thought relief, |
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| And I again am strong: |
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| The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; |
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| No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; |
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| I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, |
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| The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, |
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| And all the earth is gay; |
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| Land and sea |
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| Give themselves up to jollity, |
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| And with the heart of May |
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| Doth every beast keep holiday;?/font> |
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| Thou Child of Joy, |
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| Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy |
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| Shepherd-boy! |
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