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REFLECTION XXIV.
Sweet the word of wisdom is
To those who love religion's bliss,
As sky of summer clear and bright
So love, is cloudless with delight.
To those who love religion's bliss,
As sky of summer clear and bright
So love, is cloudless with delight.
Rise on early autumn morn,
Rise and feel not thou forlorn,
Love thy God when the golden sun,
Proclaims the day of light begun.
Rise and feel not thou forlorn,
Love thy God when the golden sun,
Proclaims the day of light begun.
Hear the distant folds are bleating,
Workmen on the trudge are meeting,
Labour to the hardy race,
Is part of God's appointed grace.
Workmen on the trudge are meeting,
Labour to the hardy race,
Is part of God's appointed grace.
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Roll on bed of down ye great,
Luxurious in your wealthy state,
Sleep away your hours of ease,
And dream of cares which cannot cease.
Luxurious in your wealthy state,
Sleep away your hours of ease,
And dream of cares which cannot cease.
Arise ye great; your humble friends
Are risen as the sun ascends,
They wish ye well, they seek your good,
They look to your support for food.
Are risen as the sun ascends,
They wish ye well, they seek your good,
They look to your support for food.
Sweet the word of wisdom is,
To those who love religion's bliss,
As sky of summer clear and bright,
So love is cloudless with delight.
To those who love religion's bliss,
As sky of summer clear and bright,
So love is cloudless with delight.
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