...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; — Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts,...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ;— Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let mo hear thy shoots, thou...

...wrong : I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart oi May Doth every beust keep holiday ;-- Thou child of joy, Sliout round me, lot me hear thy shouts,...

...from whence the impulse of happiness that they feel proceeds, or whither it tends. In short, ' All the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday :' while man, man alone, lets the season come without glorying in...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ;— Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, them...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday;— Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd boy!...

...the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May, Doth every Beast keep holiday ; — Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts,...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the neart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; — Thou child of joy, IV. Ye blesseid creatures, I have...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday ; — Thou child of joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou...

...the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay, Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday. Thou child of joy Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy...