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ASPIRATION.
Author of all my blessings here!Whose word can stay the bitter tear;Source of my life! my Strength! my All!On thy dread name my voice would call.
Endued with virtue's high desires,The deathless soul to heaven aspires:Above the scenes of earth it soars,And there its glorious King adores.
O! let not sin my spirit stain;Let me not read Thy word in vain:Let me from error's touch be free;And fix my steadfast heart on Thee.
Earth! with thy glittering dust, away!Not for thy dazzling gifts I pray:But may the gem alone be given,Whose brightness lights my path to heaven.
