Prais'd be the fathomless universe, 



For life and joy \ and for objects and knowledge curious. 



WALT WHITMAN. 



J'ai Pamour de la raison, je n'en ai pas le fanatisme. 



ANATOLE FRANCE. 



Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! 



And let the young Lambs bound 



As to the tabor's sound ! 

 We in thought will join your throng, 



Ye that pipe and ye that play, 



Ye that through your hearts to-day 



Feel the gladness of the May 1 



W. WORDSWORTH. 



