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 DIVINE SERVICE. 37

We see indeed the form, the smile,

The lip that gives affection s kiss ; Yet thoughtless oft, or thankless grow,

Even from the fullness of our bliss.

We roam amid creation s wealth.

Vale, grove, and stream and flower-decked plain, Yet heedless of their Maker s voice,

Become desultory and vain.

But musing contemplation seeks

&quot;Well pleased, your bosom s inmost cell,

And Memory lauds the thoughtful train, Who guard her precious gold so well.

Then be not sad ; for Knowledge holds High converse with the hermit-mind,

And tenderest Sympathy is yours,

And heaven-born Music loves the blind.

She loves and claims you for her own,

And strives melodiously to pay, With rapturous thrill and dulcet tone,

For what stern Nature takes away.

Say, hath there not been partial praise Dealt to that orb, whose skill refined

Collects the tints of earth and sky,

And paints their picture for the mind ?

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