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I have walk'd through wildernesses dreary,
And today my heart is weary;
Up to thee would I fly.
In that song of thine;
Joyous as Morning,
Happy, happy Liver ! With a soul as strong as a mountain River, Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,
Joy and jollity be with us both!
As merry a Brother,
The Post-boy drove with fierce career,
As if the wind blew many ways
At length I to the Boy callid out,
The Boy then smack'd his whip, and fast
Said I, alighting on the ground,
“My Cloak!” the word was last and first,