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  Ye sparkling stars, and pale-fac'd moon, And fount of light resplendent sun, Adieu! Adieu!

I journey to a blissful spot, Where your fair light is needed not; And through the vale of deathful gloom, And through the darkness of the tomb, I hasten to a better home, Adieu! Adieu!

 

LET not the eye that idly seeks for mirth, Fix on this page inspir'd its roving look; Nor let the heart absorb'd in love of earth, Expect its cordial from this holy book.

The upright soul that scorns deceit and art, The eye mild gleaming thro' the contrite tear, The meek in spirit, and the pure in heart, Alone can find divine instruction here. 