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How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.
For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold,
And her rewards more precious are
Than all their stores of gold.
In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy days;
Riches with splendid honors joined
Are what her left displays.
She guides the young with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
According as her labors rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
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