Of earthly song in happiest vagrancy
To pluck the blossom of a thousand hopes.
Let us together drain the wide world’s cup
With gladness brimméd up!’
And one said, ‘I would pray to go with thee
When sorrow claims thee; I would fence thy heart
With mine against all anguish; I would be
The comforter and healer of thy smart;
And I would count it all the wide world’s gain
To spare or share thy pain!’
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