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 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

The rainbow comes and goes,

And lovely is the rose;

The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ;

Waters on a starry night

Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.

Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's bound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief,

And I again am strong

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; 1 hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of bleep, And all the earth is gay;

Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity,

And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday;

Thou Child of Joy,

Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd- boy'

Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call

Ye to each other make; I sec The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;

My heart is at your festival,

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