O fairest art, how oft in hours blighted,
When I am trapped in life's wild race,
Hast thou with love on me alighted,
And flown me to a better place!
From thy sweet harp a sigh so often drifted,
A chord so holy and of bliss,
Thou show'dst me heaven's light uplifted,
O fairest art, I thank thee so for this!
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