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Dare we steep our raptured souls in external bliss
As life's mystery uprolls from fate's dull abyss?

Hark! the magic touch of Spring wakes a tender chord,
O it is a joy to bring tribute to our Lord;
Jesus calls us from despair. offers peace for strife;
Our's the gift of praise and prayer; His, eternal life.