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Haply, those glorious beings know Nor stain of guilt, nor tear of woe; But raising still the adoring voice, For ever in their God rejoice.

What then art thou, oh! child of clay! Amid creation's grandeur, say? —E'en as an insect on the breeze, E'en as a dew-drop, lost in seas!

Yet fear thou not!—the sovereign hand, Which spread the ocean and the land, And hung the rolling spheres in air, Hath, e'en for thee, a Father's care!

Be thou at peace! the all-seeing eye, Pervading earth, and air, and sky, The searching glance which none may flee, Is still, in mercy, turned on thee.