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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
HAPPINESS. 
 
 
T is the seasonable sun of spring 
 That gilds the all-rejuvenescent air— 
 New buds, young birds, so happy in the rare 
Fresh life of earth :  myself am bound to sing, 
Feeling the resurrection crown me king. 
 I am so happy as men never were. 
 Of sorrow much, of suffering a share, 
Leave me unmoved, or leave me conquering. 
 
O miserable !  that it should be so ! 
 Lord Jesus, Sufferer for the sins of man, 
 Thou didst invite me to Thy shame and loss. 
And I am happy !  Pity me !  Bestow 
 The right to work in the eternal Plan, 
 The right to hang on the eternal Cross ! 
 
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