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Uphold us, cherish us, and makeOur noisy years seem moments in the beingOf the eternal Silence: truths that wake,To perish never;Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,Nor Man nor Boy,Nor all that is at enmity with joy,Can utterly abolish or destroy!Hence, in a season of calm weather,Though inland far we be,Our Souls have sight of that immortal seaWhich brought us hither,Can in a moment travel thither,And see the Children sport upon the shore,And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Then, sing ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!And let the young Lambs boundAs to the tabor's sound!We in thought will join your throng,
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