Joy

List! her feet are at your door;
Her sandals shine with evening dew;
How late she is! but now, once more,
She turns her radiant eyes on you.
For long delay she makes amend;
Rare scarlet blooms around you fall,
And glad new songs to Heaven ascend,
For earth is glorious, after all!

List! her feet are at your door;
Her sandals shine with evening dew;
How late she is! but now, once more,
She turns her radiant eyes on you.
For long delay she makes amend;
Rare scarlet blooms around you fall,
And glad new songs to Heaven ascend,
For earth is glorious, after all!
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