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Like me to range, like me to soar, Suns, planets, worlds of light explore! Then angel-forms around shall throng, And greet thee in triumphal song; "Mount, spirit! mount, thy woes are o'er,   Pain, sickness, trials, now no more!    Hail, sister! hail, thy task is done,    Rise, cherub, rise!—thy crown is won!"

Oh, favor'd mortals! best belov'd, Ye in stern perils fiercely prov'd; When faith and truth, with pure control, Refine, inspire, exalt, your soul; When firm in brightest, noblest aims, Your bosoms glow with hallow'd flames; When still the narrow path you tread, Nor scorn, nor grief, nor dangers dread; Tho' fate with ev'ry dart assail, To pierce your heart's heav'n-temper'd mail;