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CAROL it merrily out, blithe birds,
Trill from the branches, Chirp from the eaves,
Whisper it cheerily, waving leaves,
Chirrup it, grasshopper, shrill to green earth,
Chime, all day's voices, in love and mirth -
My joy is too full for words.
Laugh it in sparkles, quivering brook,
Plash it, clear fall, in your trebling showers,
Breathe it in perfume, fresh-scented flowers,
Smile, smile, all my gladness, tender sky,
Speak, all day's glories - I cannot, I,
She must learn it all in a look.
Murmur it softly, far-off tide,
Surge it lovingly, billowing corn -
I who have sighed for the day I was born,
Have no joy words for the thoughts that rise -
Well she must read them all in my eyes,
She will look in them now, my bride!
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