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| I HAVE ere now been half inclined | |
| To wish the present life were all; | |
| That death upon the soul might fall, | |
| And darkness overwhelm the mind. | |
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| Not that I envied then the beast | 5 |
| Which never thinks of good or ill, | |
| And only cares to eat his fill | |
| At mighty Natures bounteous feast; | |
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| But that our motives might be pure, | |
| And free our choice and clear our way, | 10 |
| The law of conscience to obey, | |
| Whether to act or to endure; | |
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| To fight with sin, without regard | |
| To conquests in the battle won; | |
| To say at last, My work is done; | 15 |
| I die, and seek for no reward. | |
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| And yet I know, tis better far | |
| That faith should look beyond the grave | |
| On Him who died the world to save, | |
| And rose to be the Polar Star, | 20 |
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| For ever, of our hope and love; | |
| To guide us on through death and night. | |
| To realms of deathless life and light, | |
| To mansions of the blest above. | |
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| I know tis well to trust the Power | 25 |
| Who makes the buried seeds to bloom | |
| That He will raise me from the tomb | |
| As summers breath awakes the flower; | |
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| To take a child upon my knee, | |
| Or lay what was my friend in dust, | 30 |
| And feel a reverential trust | |
| That He who made them both to be, | |
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| Who gives us death as well as birth, | |
| And maketh children grow to men, | |
| Will give us other life again, | 35 |
| More blessèd than the life on earth. | |
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