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For joy what cause? how ev'ry sense
is courted from above
The year around, with presents rich,
the growth of endless love?

But most o'erlook the blessings pour'd,
forget the wonders done,
And terminate, wrapp'd up in sense,
their prospect at the sun;

From that, their final point of view,
from that their radiant goal,
On travel infinite of thought,
sets out the nobler soul,

Broke loose from time's tenacious ties,
and earth's involving gloom,
To range at last its vast domain,
and talk with worlds to come:

They let unmark'd, and unemploy'd,
life's idle moments run;
And doing nothing for themselves,
imagine nothing done;

Fatal mistake! their fate goes on,
their dread account proceeds,
And their not-doing is set down
amongst their darkest deeds;

Tho'