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The man, in life wherever plac'd, / Hath happiness in store, / Who walks not in the wicked's way, / Nor learns their guilty lore!
Nor from the seat of scornful pride / Casts forth his eyes abroad, / But with humility and awe / Still walks before his God.
That man shall flourish like the trees, / Which by the streamlets grow; / The fruitful top is spread on high, / And firm the root below.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt / Shall to the ground be cast, / And, like the rootless stubble, tost / Before the sweeping blast.
For why? that God the good adore, / Hath giv'n them peace and rest, / But hath decreed that wicked men / Shall ne'er be truly blest.