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 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 see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath it's coronal, The fullness of your bliss, I feel— I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While the Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are pulling,