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A THOUSAND JOYS REMAIN.
Life has a thousand raptures still
To crowd the common ways,
For Beauty walks with him who will,
Close comrade of his days.
Each season with its coming brings
A store of fresh delight,
For joy is at the heart of things
For him who sees aright.
O eloquent the light that thrills
Along the morning sky!
O lovely are the dreaming hills
When silent night draws nigh!
The rhythmic sun and stars reveal
Our habitation wide,
Cradled in mystery, still we feel
Secure and satisfied;
