The Triumph of Benevolence A Poem. Occasioned by the National Design of Erecting a Monument to John Howard, Esq. A New Edition, Corrected and Enlarged; To which are added, Stanzas on the Death of Jonas Hanway [by S. J. Pratt] |
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STANZAS On the DEATH of JONAS HANWAY, Esq. |
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STANZAS On the DEATH of JONAS HANWAY, Esq.
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And thou, blest Hanway! long thy country's prayer,
Exulting now in kindred worlds above,
Coheir of Howard! deign the Muse to hear,
Though Angels greet thee with a Brother's love.
Exulting now in kindred worlds above,
Coheir of Howard! deign the Muse to hear,
Though Angels greet thee with a Brother's love.
Far though remov'd from this diminish'd earth,
A Crown of Glory beaming on thy brow,
The God who fix'd it there—to note thy worth,
Bids the rapt lyre with all thy spirit glow.
A Crown of Glory beaming on thy brow,
The God who fix'd it there—to note thy worth,
Bids the rapt lyre with all thy spirit glow.
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Warm in the way, behold what Myriads come,
While tears of extasy and anguish flow;
Their blended incense pouring on thy tomb,
To mark an Empire's joy, an Empire's woe.
While tears of extasy and anguish flow;
Their blended incense pouring on thy tomb,
To mark an Empire's joy, an Empire's woe.
Close to thy Howard—O congenial Shade!
On the pure Column shall thy bust be plac'd;
Though deep in ev'ry bosom is pourtray'd
Those holy records Time shall ne'er eraze.
On the pure Column shall thy bust be plac'd;
Though deep in ev'ry bosom is pourtray'd
Those holy records Time shall ne'er eraze.
The generous Plan that Public Virtue draws,
The fair Design that Charity imparts,
The Genius kindling in Religion's cause,
Cherish their Champion in our faithful hearts.
The fair Design that Charity imparts,
The Genius kindling in Religion's cause,
Cherish their Champion in our faithful hearts.
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At Hanway's bust the Magdalen shall kneel,
A chasten'd votary of Compassion's dome ,
With pious awe the holiest ardours feel,
And bless the Founder of her peaceful home.
A chasten'd votary of Compassion's dome ,
With pious awe the holiest ardours feel,
And bless the Founder of her peaceful home.
And oh, Philanthropy! thy heaven-rear'd fane
Shall oft avow the good man's zeal divine,
When bounty leads a poor and orphan train
To clasp their little arms round Hanway's shrine.
Shall oft avow the good man's zeal divine,
When bounty leads a poor and orphan train
To clasp their little arms round Hanway's shrine.
Transcendant energies of grace sublime,
Whose magic goodness work'd with double power,
Cradled the outcast babe who knew not crime,
And bade the sinner turn, and blush no more.
Whose magic goodness work'd with double power,
Cradled the outcast babe who knew not crime,
And bade the sinner turn, and blush no more.
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Ah, full of honours as of years, farewell!
Thus o'er thy ashes shall Britannia sigh;
Each age, each sex, thy excellence shall tell,
Which taught the young to live, the old to die!
Thus o'er thy ashes shall Britannia sigh;
Each age, each sex, thy excellence shall tell,
Which taught the young to live, the old to die!
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