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And &ll the earth i• gay ;
Land and se&
Give t.henlllelvea up to jollity,
And with the heart of May,
Doth every Beut keep holiday;-
Thou Child of Joy,
Shout round me, let me bear thy about!~, thou happy
Shepherd-boy!
Ye ble~~sed Creatures, I have heard the call
Ye to each other make; I aee
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ;
My heart is at your festival,
lly head bath ita coron~~J,
The fulneu of your bliae, I feel-! feel it all
Oh nil day I if 1 were sullen
While the Earth herself ia adorning,
This aweet May-morning,
And the Children are culling
On every aide,
Iu a thousand valleys far and wide,
Freeh flowere ; while the eun ehinea w3rm.
And the Babe leaps up on hie mother's arm~
I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
- But tbere'e a Tree of many, one,
A single Field which I have Jook'd upon,
Both Of them Speak Of IIOtnething that is gone;
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat :
Whither is fled the visionary gleam 1
Where is it now, the glory a.nd the drellm P
Our birth is but a s11>8p and a forgetting:
The IOU] that mea with Ull, our life's Star,
Hath had el.aewbere its setting,
And cometh from afu;
Not in entire forgetfulneae,
And not in utter nakedneas,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who Ia our home:
Heaven liee about us in our infancy!
Bbadea of the prillon-houae begin to cloae
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the lii{ht and whence it dow•,
He eeea it in hia joy;