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He knows no path thro' mountain, vale or wild, No end defined to shape his progress by; His soul's strong impulse all his toil beguiles, He onward moves, his gaze still fixed on high. Who knows what "Angel guide" there greets his eye? Who sees the beacon that allures him on? Who hears the Spirit's voice that makes reply To words unearthly, winged from that bright zone, Where He his heart adores sits on His starry throne.