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...mountains throng, The Winds come to me froTn the fields of sleep, 14* And all the eavth is gay, Laud and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And wit,h the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday, Thou Child of Joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy...

...the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, 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, them...

...the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, 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...

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...from whence the impulse of happiness that they feel proceeds, or whither it tends. In short, ' All the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday :' while man, man alone, lets the season come without glorying in...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to mo from the fields of sleep,, 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...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay, Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the hea-t of May Doth every heast ncep holiday, Thou Child of jo> Shout round me, let me heai thy shouts,...

...from whence the impulse of happiness that they feel proceeds, or whither it tends. In short, ' All the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holidny :' while man, man alone, lets the season come without glorying in...