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Till mild Religion, from above,
Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of holy love,
The bow of promise in a storm!
Then guilty passions wing their flight,
Sorrow, remorse, affliction cease, Religion's yoke is soft and light,
And all her paths are paths of peace.
Ambition, pride, revenge, depart,
And folly flies her chastening rod; She makes the humble contrite heart
A temple of the living God.
Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul.
At her approach the Grave appears
The gate of Paradise restored;
And drops his double flaming sword.
Baptized with her renewing fire,
May we the crown of glory gain ; Rise when the Hosts of Heaven expire,
And reign with God, for ever reign.
ADDRESS TO CHARITY.
Hail Charity ! propitious pow'r,
'Tis thine to ease the aching breast, To soothe the sad distressful hour, And shed the balm of downy rest.
O! hear the suffring mourner's prayer,
His tender plaint-his piteous cry, With hand indulgent wipe the tear,
From sad affliction's gushing eye.
Kind Charity ! celestial guest,
Swift from the azure sky descend, Diffuse thy spirit through each breast,
And all thy genial influence lend.
ON THE SPRING.
Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours,
Fair Venus' train appear,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
While, wisp'ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance Aling.
Where'er the oak’s thick branches stretch
A broader, browner, shade ;
O’er-canopies the glade,
How vain the ardour of the Crowd,
How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great !
Still is the toiling hand of care:
The panting herds repose :
The busy murmur glows !
Some lightly o'er the current skim,
Some show their gaily gilded trim Quick-glancirg to the sun.
To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of man;
Shall end where they began.