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 * And from the stirring world up-lifted high,

(Whose noises, faintly wafted on the wind, To quiet musings shall attune the mind,
 * And oft the melancholy theme supply)
 * There, while the prospect through the gazing eye
 * Pours all its healthful greenness on the soul,

We'll smile at wealth, and learn to smile at fame, Our hopes, our knowledge, and our joys the same,
 * As neighbouring fountains image, each the whole:

Then when the mind hath drank its fill of truth,
 * We'll discipline the heart to pure delight,

Rekindling sober joy's domestic flame. They whom I love shall love thee. Honor'd youth!
 * Now may Heaven realize this vision bright!