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Though life hath been to me    A scene of joy and love, And sweet affections round my heart Unchanging garlands wove, Though knowledge in its power At studious midnight came, Enkindling in my raptur'd mind, A bright, unwavering flame;

Yet dearer far than all, Was Heaven's celestial lore: Then come, belov'd and youthful train, Who hear my voice no more, Come, sing the hymn I taught, Here, by my lowly bed, And with your Sabbath-lessons blend Sweet memory of the dead.

 

! in a clime of verdure, Thy favored lot was cast, No serpent 'mid thy flow'ry food, Upon thy fold no blast,— Thine were the chrystal fountains, And thine a cloudless sky, Amid thy sports a star of love Thy playmate brother's eye. 