There's a soft rosy glow o'er the whole world to-day, There's a freshness and fragrance that trembles in May, There's a lilt in the music that vibrates and thrills From the uttermost glades to the tops of the hills. Oh! I am so happy, my heart is so light, The shades and the shadows have vanished from sight, This wild pulsing gladness throbs like a sweet pain— O soul of me, drink, ere night falleth again! |