On Joy

Joy, a beautious thought does arise,

and takes me to the days bright,

with swarthy prince’s mermaid and light,

and you do remind,

nothing sails the seas but solitude,

and now I am with you oh joy!

to cleberate in Montreal,

the return of the native,

who with love’s vow comes rushing,

where angels fear,

in separating from their shadows,

a ghoslty death I wait but you with shinning,

a star by your side,

I must abide by my deathbed and the side.


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