Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн)

Joy

What were this life without her?
Joy, whose young face is sweet
With dreams that flit about her,
And rapture wild of feet!

With hope, that knows no languor,
And love, that knows no sighs,
And mirth, like some rich anger,
High-sparkling in her eyes.

Come! bid adieu to Sorrow;
And arm in arm with Joy,
We 'll journey towards Tomorrow,
And let no Care decoy

Our souls from all clean Pleasures,
That take from Time's lean hand
The hour-glass he treasures,
And change to gold its sand.

1. In the Mountains
2. The Iron Cross
3. Above the Vales
4. Zero
5. Communicants

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Joy ("My heart is like a little bird")

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