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 38 DIVINE SERVICE.

&quot;While the reporter of the soul,

That patient friend since life was young,

That links reverberated sound, Still toils unhonored and unsung ?

The eye, with all its mystic lore,

Its sparkling glance, its varying dye,

From lover s lute and minstrel s strain Hath drunk of old high eulogy ;

While in its clustering thicket hid, The ear unchronicled remained, Yet ever with the ruling mind

Close league and covenant maintained.

For what were eloquence, shouldst thou, Harp of the soul, thine aid deny ?

And how would love s soft errand speed, Shouldst thou forget his whispered sigh ?

And how must high devotion droop, If all his glorious themes should be

Lost in thy labyrinthine maze, Or misinterpreted by thee ?

Oh peaceful blind ! the wheels of life, That with their dust-clouds dim the soul,

Ye see not their revolving strife, But catch their music as they roll ;

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