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The tribute earth is sending, 
So varied, sweet, and rare, 
To greet the pure eyes bending 
From yonder starry sphere. 
Then, wherefore are we wasting 
The moments that remain, 
When day with fleet step hasting. 
Will part us soon again? 
While Nature, homage paying, 
To the great Source of love, 
Reprovingly seems saying, 
‘ The present hour improve.’ 
