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 Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the Woodlands shall repair, Feed with all Nature's charms mine eyes, And hear all Nature's melodies. The primrose bank shall there dispense Faint fragrance to the awaken'd sense; The morning beams that life and joy impart, Shall with their influence warm my heart, And the full tear that down my cheek will steal, Shall speak the prayer of praise I feel!
 Go thou and seek the House of Prayer!I to the woodlands bend my way And meet Religion there!She needs not haunt the high-arch'd dome to prayWhere storied windows dim the doubtful day:With Liberty she loves to rove, Wide o'er the heathy hill or cowslip'd dale;Or seek the shelter of the embowering grove, Or with the streamlet wind along the vale.
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