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Hail, blessed Blunder! golden idol, hail! -- / Clay-footed deity of all who fail.
Celestial image, let thy glory shine, / Thy feet concealing, but a lamp to mine.
Let me, at seasons opportune and fit, / By turns adore thee and by turns commit.
In thy high service let me ever be / (Yet never serve thee as my critics me) / Happy and fallible, content to feel / I blunder chiefly when to thee I kneel.
But best felicity is his thy praise / Who utters unaware in works and ways -- / Who "laborare est orare" proves, / And feels thy suasion wheresoe'er he moves, / Serving thy purpose, not thine altar, still, / And working, for he thinks it his, thy will.
If such a life with blessings be not fraught, / I envy Peter Robertson for naught.