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Andin the evening when I walked apartFor joy of that I carry in my heart,The song I made brave thrushes did complete,Shouting, “O, pretty Joy!” and “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!”This is my glory, this the crown of me:That I hold joy of my love, and she of me;And though my song be but a breath of air,Yet is it greater than death and all despair.For howso poor and of what base estateI be, this love shall make me proud and great.And howso deep in care I lie, there are wordsShall build my heart a nest of singing birds.

Andin the evening when I walked apartFor joy of that I carry in my heart,The song I made brave thrushes did complete,Shouting, “O, pretty Joy!” and “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!”This is my glory, this the crown of me:That I hold joy of my love, and she of me;And though my song be but a breath of air,Yet is it greater than death and all despair.For howso poor and of what base estateI be, this love shall make me proud and great.And howso deep in care I lie, there are wordsShall build my heart a nest of singing birds.

Andin the evening when I walked apartFor joy of that I carry in my heart,The song I made brave thrushes did complete,Shouting, “O, pretty Joy!” and “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!”

Andin the evening when I walked apart

For joy of that I carry in my heart,

The song I made brave thrushes did complete,

Shouting, “O, pretty Joy!” and “Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!”

This is my glory, this the crown of me:That I hold joy of my love, and she of me;And though my song be but a breath of air,Yet is it greater than death and all despair.

This is my glory, this the crown of me:

That I hold joy of my love, and she of me;

And though my song be but a breath of air,

Yet is it greater than death and all despair.

For howso poor and of what base estateI be, this love shall make me proud and great.And howso deep in care I lie, there are wordsShall build my heart a nest of singing birds.

For howso poor and of what base estate

I be, this love shall make me proud and great.

And howso deep in care I lie, there are words

Shall build my heart a nest of singing birds.


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