[RUY BLAS, Act II.] Oh, why not be happy this bright summer day, `Mid perfume of roses and newly-mown hay? Great Nature is smiling--the birds in the air Sing love-lays together, and all is most fair. Then why not be happy This bright summer day, `Mid perfume of roses And newly-mown hay? The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet, Their music enticing fond lovers to meet; The violets are blooming and nestling their heads In richest profusion on moss-coated beds. Then why not be happy This bright summer day, When Nature is fairest And all is so gay?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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