Go where I will nought but delight is seen
The blue & luscious sky is one broad gleam
Of universal extacey — the green
Rich sweeping meadow & the laughing stream
As sweet as happiness on heavens breast
Lye listening to the never ceasing song
That day nor night neer wearys into rest
But hums unceasingly the summer long

The very grass to musics rapture stirred
Dances before the breezes wanton wing
While every bush stirs with a wanton bird
Who eager wakes morns dewy praise to sing
Yet mid this summer glee I cannot borrow
One joy for sadness chills them all to sorrow
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