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Where serious thought and holy joy
Beam in the mild and speaking eyes;—
Where sacred themes the lips employ
With ardor glowing from the skies.

What worth, what virtue join to grace
That manly aspect, more than fair;
What goodness shines in that calm face,
As if an angel's smile were there!

What must the soul immortal be,
That gives such radiance to the clay;
What glories must that spirit see,
That beams around celestial day!

What mental power and lofty thought
In those mild accents sweetly flow:
With heavenly love that soul is fraught,
And breathes its excellence below.

Thou loved and honored worthy one,
May all thy life such beauties yield;
And, when thy earthly course is done,
Be with eternal glory sealed.