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Hope expanding, joy reviving,
Nature in her beauty living.
Let my heart accordant raise
Purest incense, grateful praise;
Let my voice with accent free
Swell the song of harmony.
Let me quit this idle chime,
Wooing numbers into rhyme,
Sorting words, and killing time.
Inward let mine eye-beams glide
View my thoughts' uneven tide,
Roving, wandering far and wide:
Deeds on little purpose bent,
Faithless to the good intent,
Time on trifles vainly spent,
Deeply mourn, be wise—repent.
