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 Pleasing, not terrible, the vision seems. Thou wouldst not live a cipher. Thy young heart Throbs with its eagerness a part to bear, Some worthy part, among the good and brave Who live to conquer ill, and love the strifes Whose prize is gladness and whose fruits are Peace. No weak ambition thine to send thy name Resounding, like an echo, through the world; Made common on all lips, sullied perchance By its rude contacts, and its fragrance lost! Wiser, thou choosest in the tranquil sphere Of dear domestic peace, by duty done To grave thine image on the loving hearts That gather round thee, to thine influence sweet Opening, as lilies on the placid stream Bare their fair bosoms to the grateful sun. Nobler thou deem'st the task, that manly heart Now knit to thine, beyond all chance to hold Loyal to thee and restful in thy truth; To make thyself his ever conscious want, His life's chief joy; nor, striving, shalt thou fail