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n life. In them nothing is harsh or repulsive.The austere raiment is bound with a fair girdle.Sanderson sings psalms to his own music; Kenwarbles hymns before he sleeps ; Herbert delightsto set anthems to his lute ; and Wotton bequeathshis viol to a friend. ^ O could we copy their mild virtues I thenWhat joy to live, what blessedness to die?Methinks their very names shine still and bright;Apart, — like glow-worms on a sunmier night:Or lonely tapers, when from far they flingA guiding ray; or seen, like stars on high,Satellites bonUng in a lucid ring.** * • Wordsworth, It. 131.
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