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Nor shrink, tho' death his jav'lin hurl'd, Scorn'd, yet untainted, by the world! Then think, ye brave, ye constant few, To faith, to hope, to virtue, true! Then think, that seraphs from above, Behold your deeds, admire, and love! That those, who heav'n's commands perform, Who still the wave, who ride the storm; Who point the lightning's fiery wing, Or shed the genial dews of spring; Who fill with balm the zephyr's breath, Or taint th' avenging winds with death; That those, who guide the planets' course, Who bend at light's transcendent source; Oh! think that those your toil survey, Your struggling mind, your rugged way! Oh! think that those, e'en now prepare, A bow'r of bliss, for you to share!