Quote#Happiness
Hail to thee, far above the rest
Quote byWilliam Wordsworth · 1770–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Green Linnet, st. 2 (wr. 1803; pub. 1807).
English (original)
Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May; And this is thy dominion.
— William Wordsworth
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