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FELIX NEFF.
O brighter conquests in a better cause,O nobler champion, O diviner fame!
To the dear honours of thy sainted name
A hallowing sympathy my spirit draws;
Come in, thou holy happy one, come in!
Why standest thou without,—triumphant shade,
Who well hast battled Misery and Sin,
And of the wilderness a garden made,
So blessing man, though meanest?—witness, Alps,
That rear o'er Dormeilleuse your icy scalps;
Witness, thou church of ages, thither driven,
A partridge hunted to the glacier chill;
Witness the pastor's praise, approving Heaven,—
Witness it, Earth! with good he vanquish'd ill.
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