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176 To die! To die? And yet, methinks,
 * I drink of life to-day,

Deep as the thirsty traveller drinks
 * Of fountain by the way:

My voice is sad, my heart is gay.

When yestereve was on the wane,
 * I heard a clear voice singing;

And suddenly, like summer rain,
 * My happy tears came springing:

My human heart returned again.


 * "A rosy child— 

Sitting and singing, in a garden fair, 
 * The joy of hearing, seeing, 
 * The simple joy of being— 

Or twining rosebuds in the golden hair 
 * That ripples free and wild.