Chanting the resurrection song, “Rejoice!”
Oh, that my longing soul could float to yon far sea,
Forgetful of the crowded life that fetters me!
Oh, that an angel’s touch would bid my spirit rise
Above the din and dust, to wear once more
The emerald crown of youth, the light of vernal skies,
The rainbow and the flower from days of yore!
Oh, that my dreaming heart could thus for ever keep
Its May-time, born of Hope, within the realms of sleep!