Chorus from the Church

This is the day, a holiday! a holiday! Drive spleen and rançour far away, This is the day, a holiday! a holiday! Drive care and sorrow far away.

Here Nature nurs'd her darling boy, From whom all care, and sorrow fly, Whose harp the muses strung: From heart to heart let joy rebound, Now, now, we tread enchanted ground, Here SHAKESPEARE walk'd, and sung!