Sadness or joy, e’en let thy bosom move
With noble thoughts, and wake thee into love;
And let each feeling in thy breast be given
An honest aim, which, sanctified by heaven,
And springing into act, new life imparts,
Till beats thy frame as with a thousand hearts.
The earth is full of life; the living hand
Touched it with life; and all its forms expand
With principles of being made to suit
Man’s varied powers, and raise from the brute.