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THE WANDERER'S HYMN.
I
Happy the heart that's simply pure;Happy the heart that's nobly brave;
Happy the man that breaks the lure
That winds like death round folly's slave.
II
Wandering in the worldly throng,The dust of earth still keeps us blind;
The judgment's weak, the passions strong,
The will as fitful as the wind.
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III
Disguised in joy's deceitful beams,A thousand fitful meteors ply
About our path the demon-schemes,
That dazzle only to destroy.
IV
Who can we ask for aid but Thee,Our only friend, our only guide?
What other counsellor have we?
Where else, oh, where, can we abide?
V
Oh! hear and help us while we pray;And travel with us all the way!
Oh! hold our hands, and be our stay!
Oh! set us right whene'er we stray!
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