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1 O in the morn of life, when youth
With vital ardour glows,
And shines in all the fairest charms
That beauty can disclose;
2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers
Are yet by vice enslav'd,
Be thy Creator's glorious name
And character engrav'd:
3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud
The sunshine of thy days;
And cares and toils, in endless round,
Encompass all thy ways:
4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,
With vain regret, deplore.
And sadly muse on former joys.
That now return no more,
5 True wisdom, early sought and gained.
In age will give thee rest:
O then, improve the morn of life,
To make its evening blest!