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Let one light touch awaken 
Reflection’s sacred power; 
The chord not rudely shaken 
Will in thy darkest hour 
Make music, which will hft. 
Thy soul earth’s cares above, 
And leave it still the gift, 
The boon of heavenly love — 
A love which from the sky 
Calls wandering spirits back, 
With feelings pure and high 
To tread that starry track; 
Then wake, young dreamer! wake ! 
That lofty flight pursue; 
Ah, all is on the stake, 
Or — misery in view ! 
