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Ife is pleasant to find lofty sentiments and earnest devoutness claiming 

 to mate together thus in our poet's lines — 



" What can I do that others have not done ? 

 What can I think that others have not thought ? 

 What can I teach that others have not taught ? 

 What can I Avin that others have not won ? 

 What is there left for me beneath the sun ? 

 My labour seems so useless, all I try 

 I weary of, before 'tis well begun ; 

 I scorn to grovel, and I cannot fly. 

 Hush ! hush ! repining heart ! there's One whose eye 

 Esteems each honest thought, and act, and word. 

 Noble as poet's songs or patriot's sword. 

 Be true to Him : He will not pass thee by. 

 He may not ask thee 'mid His stars to shine, 

 And yet He needeth thee : His work is thine." 



