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Ah me! we are nothing--or little at best-- But duty with greatness the least can invest: One note on the flute or the trumpet may seem A poor petty work for ambition's fond dream,-- But what if that note be a need-be to blend And quicken the score from beginning to end? To show forth the mind of the Master, who guides With baton unerring Time's mixture of tides, The good with the evil, the blessing and bane, The Amazon rushing far into the main, Until, from this skill'd combination of notes, Bound earth to the heavens His overture floats!