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 Hope expanding, joy reviving, Nature in her beauty living.

Let my heart accordant raise Purest incense, grateful praise; Let my voice with accent free Swell the song of harmony.

Let me quit this idle chime, Wooing numbers into rhyme, Sorting words, and killing time. Inward let mine eye-beams glide View my thoughts' uneven tide, Roving, wandering far and wide:

Deeds on little purpose bent, Faithless to the good intent, Time on trifles vainly spent, Deeply mourn, be wise—repent.