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THE HAPPY MAN, by            
First Line: I alone, the heavens decide, gain full felicity. Pray whither shall I
Last Line: How to sing everything.
Subject(s): Death; Fate; Happiness; Dead, The; Destiny; Joy; Delight

I alone, the Heavens decide, gain full felicity. Pray whither shall I flee my
happiness to hide?

How fly the crooked thorn that, with malicious spine, is loth to free, untorn,
this happy heart of mine?

I bear, o'er the blasted heath where Joy doth wings supply, I bear along with my
great happiness, to Death

my iron laughter, rattle that undismayed doth roll, of deathless joys the
chattel; my body and my soul.

Quickly the goal I'd reach, softly descend the breeze. My laughter I would teach
to the Eumenides.

I am happy! I alone this gift from Fate could wring because my lyre has known
how to sing everything.

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