And nobler powers in happier world to know;
New strength to use in each divine employ,
And, more enjoying, looking to more joy.
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A pleasing vision! could we thus be sure
Polluted souls would be at length so pure;
The view is happy, we may think it just,
It may be true—but who shall add it must?
To the plain words and sense of sacred writ,
With all my heart I reverently submit;