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O may I join the choir invisible / Of those immortal dead who live again / In minds made better by their presence; live / In pulses stirred to generosity, / In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn / Of miserable aims that end with self, / In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, / And with their mild persistence urge men's minds / To vaster issues.
So to live is heaven: / To make undying music in the world, / Breathing a beauteous order that controls / With growing sway the growing life of man.