Joy

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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 thrills

From 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!