Joy

My name is Joy! Come out and hear me sing,
Unfurl your flags to-day,
And question not, nor ask for anything
That makes an hour's delay.

For ah! Beloved, by chariot swift as mine
No human feet may run;
I fling you flowers and gems of rare design,
And tidings from the sun!

My name is Joy! Come out and hear me sing,
Unfurl your flags to-day,
And question not, nor ask for anything
That makes an hour's delay.

For ah! Beloved, by chariot swift as mine
No human feet may run;
I fling you flowers and gems of rare design,
And tidings from the sun!
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