Joy of Living
Gamaliel Bradford
The south wind is driving
His splendid cloud-horses
Through vast fields of blue.
The bare woods are singing,
The brooks in their courses
Are bubbling and springing
And dancing and leaping,
The violets peeping.
I’m glad to be living:
Aren’t you?
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