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These blessings are within thy grasp,
Oh! haste to seize them now;
May modest virtue fill thy heart,
And laurels crown thy brow!
From the church spires by thy side,
Goes forth the voice of prayer,
And thou mayst sing thy hymns of praise
Free as the birds of air.
Oh! haste to seize them now;
May modest virtue fill thy heart,
And laurels crown thy brow!
From the church spires by thy side,
Goes forth the voice of prayer,
And thou mayst sing thy hymns of praise
Free as the birds of air.
The bird that gayly sings her song,
And fluttering spreads her wing,
Breathes not a purer air than thou—
May not more freely sing.
Born 'neath the happiest sky on earth,
What homage shouldst thou render
To Him, who with such holy care
Watches thy years so tender.
And fluttering spreads her wing,
Breathes not a purer air than thou—
May not more freely sing.
Born 'neath the happiest sky on earth,
What homage shouldst thou render
To Him, who with such holy care
Watches thy years so tender.
And now in youth, in early youth,
Indulge not freaks of folly.
Lest after years should bring to thee
Regret and melancholy:
Indulge not freaks of folly.
Lest after years should bring to thee
Regret and melancholy:
