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And live by thee unblest, My joyless hours fly fast away -- Let them fly on, I chide their stay For sure [[underline]] 'tis heaven [[/underline]] to rest. -- The Soul must be refined to estimate its misery, there is a native resource in the unpolished mind which soon discharges sorrow from its breast; improvement teaches the Soul to feel the force of its senses, - a tear can relieve in humble existence, but education raises the feelings to their acutest sense. --The Mind discovers a channel of thought, the understanding receives more sensible impressions
