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  My joys ascend above the earth, My steps retrace the path they trod, My heart be fix'd alone on God.

So, when the scenes of time shall fade, And life's frail lamp be dark with shade, A seraph's voice shall sooth my breast, And lead me where the weary rest.

 

Whoever has attempted to fix all the powers of his mind upon intellectual or religious attainments, must have felt and mourned the intrusion of restless projects and worldly pursuits, which, under the name of necessary diligence, or laudable economy, usurp places not belonging to them, and check the noblest fruits of the soul.

O cares of earth! how vast and strong ye rise, To keep the spirit from her kindred skies; To blind the eye which looks on things divine, 