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LET US BE GLAD.
O, Heart, be like the swallow!
The bird whose blithe wings follow
Spring over hill and hollow,
Where leap the laughing flowers
On violet leas and levels,
Where Love his locks dishevels,
In faun-like romps and revels,
Wild-dancing with the Hours.
The bird whose blithe wings follow
Spring over hill and hollow,
Where leap the laughing flowers
On violet leas and levels,
Where Love his locks dishevels,
In faun-like romps and revels,
Wild-dancing with the Hours.
Have done with care that borrows
Old dread of far to-morrows;
Have done with ancient sorrows,
And fears that wail and weep;
Despairs, that know no sleeping,
And mem'ries, pale with weeping,
And dreams, like shadows creeping,
That shake the deeps of sleep.
Old dread of far to-morrows;
Have done with ancient sorrows,
And fears that wail and weep;
Despairs, that know no sleeping,
And mem'ries, pale with weeping,
And dreams, like shadows creeping,
That shake the deeps of sleep.
Learn promise of the flowers,
The wind and sun and showers,
That rainbow-span the hours,
And vista wood and plain!
Have done with what is dreary!
With all that makes life weary!
And hearken to the veery,
Joy, singing in the rain.
The wind and sun and showers,
That rainbow-span the hours,
And vista wood and plain!
Have done with what is dreary!
With all that makes life weary!
And hearken to the veery,
Joy, singing in the rain.
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It sings, “Come! let in laughter,
Dear Heart! and ever after,
Though low your roof and rafter,
And near your door a grave,
Cast off regret and sorrow,
And fear of what's to-morrow,
And of good Earth go borrow
Song, like my own, that's brave.”
Dear Heart! and ever after,
Though low your roof and rafter,
And near your door a grave,
Cast off regret and sorrow,
And fear of what's to-morrow,
And of good Earth go borrow
Song, like my own, that's brave.”
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